I can walk to Barnes & Noble. It’s situated across the street from me and I love that it’s there and within walking distance. It’s the place I go when I need a change of scenery from my own home to grade papers or write. There’s nothing better than grabbing a cup of Starbucks coffee, planting yourself at a table, and enjoying the smells, sights, and sounds of that wonderful place.
However, it’s also downright depressing. Now, hear me out…
Have you ever just strolled around when you’ve had time to kill? There are so many books to thrill and engage a reader. Whether you’re searching for romance, a classic, a fantasy, a thriller, a biography or autobiography, teen lit or kids books, the enormity of the choices can be overwhelming.
Barnes & Noble makes me realize and understand my own mortality.
I will never have time to read all the books I want to read.
I stand there in awe, having to make a choice: Which books will I select to read before I die? Which ones will make my list? For as I stand there, I understand with certainty, I will not get to them all.
It’s all about choices in life.
That’s why Barnes & Noble is depressing.