what is it about our childhood that transforms us into a person we have become today, is the theme the author goes with. the book evokes the emotion of excitement and wonder that we lose as time passes. we follow a man who follows grief but ends up finding nostalgia and turns around to become a young boy that finds himself at the foot of adventure by getting acquainted to a quaint person named lettie hempstock. maybe a bit older than him and a bit taller than him. who knows? but she knew everything and did not like it one bit. the boy lived through the characters in pages of his favorite books. but boy did he know he is going to be a character i lived through him.
the thought of revisiting unbelievable memories that might be failing him as every second turns into a new memory takes him back to lettie, her mother, and her grand mother who [maybe knew everything] had a ocean which looked like a pond to the boy who knew nothing.
its funny to find yourself in a mind of a boy who gets uncomfortable when he sees adults cry. is it because of the fact that adults have gotten amazing at not showcasing feelings freely. are we too conscious to smile, laugh, cry. would we embarrass other embarrassed adults in the room that is our society. at the crux of it all, its fear. surprisingly not, kids are good at handling it rather braver than us. is it because they dont know what losing is? are we afraid of losing.
the boy lost something close to him. he did not understand it. nor do we adults understand it. we lose a lot everyday. maybe its that pen you had with you just now, or that shirt you lost while shifting places, or that picture from your father's childhood or that pet you found when you were 5 or these last few minutes you spent reading this. what is lost is changed and what is changed is lost. hopefully one day, you find that ocean in the face of the pond that you think you are and feel.