25/06/2023
I knew some people. Nobody knew them very much. They had their own little worlds, totally distinct from others. That’s the reason I used to love them, too. In the end, they got known by tens of other people. They became common, just like the ones roaming around. The rarity they had was lost. I ended up losing them too..
I started reading books, and like every typical reader, the very first authors I read were Elif Shafak, Khaled Hosseini, Paulo Coelho, and a few others. Then I saw that everyone around me and online was talking about it. I stopped reading those novels and started reading others. Just visiting bookstores, judging books by their cover, names, and blurb.
My love for my favourite colour started fading away when I met some people who used to love the same colour. Maybe it was just a thought that everyone around me had ended up with the same favourite colour as mine.
Most of the time, I love art but not the artist. I might love some of the songs and would listen to them 20 times a day but would never know the singer’s name. I may love some content creator (very rare), but won’t even fling after watching them in front of me. The reason for all of this is still the same.
I love walking to places or taking routes that no one has ever tried before. I love rarity, I love things as long as they are rare, but the time when everyone starts adopting them, and the rarity is lost, I withdraw myself from them.