I read. I read books, posters, and signs. I read from right to left easily as if I were reading from left to right. I read until I am too enraptured in a world of lost history or of that of the make believe. I read until my eyes become nothing more than dull and unlighted windows, through which I can barely see. The words, no longer words but pictures that paint the unthinkable.
I love to read each evening right after sunset. My heart races at the thought of the words coming to life. My
imagination dances as it vividly runs wild. As I read I can breathe, I can see, I transform.
Falling in love with words happened early in life. I was passionate about reading before I could ever read. Reading an encyclopedia represents, for me, the culmination of countless hours of deciphering definitions and difficult word phrases. In this metaphysical moment, though, when I read in the comfort and solitude of my own personal space, I reference not the thought of the thick volumes of text that I plumage through, but rather the tombs of knowledge hidden deep inside of each passage that I unearth. I read peacefully for hours with no end in sight, with nothing on my mind other than creating a beautiful and memorable experience of each passage I read. I delve deeper into the words their meanings saturate my mind.
There is something invigorating in being reborn through a great read. It is almost mystical. I leave my body and dwell in a world of literary suspense, emotion, knowledge and power. Hours, days sometimes weeks I spend traveling in books as a wayfarer in a strange but welcoming land. My pursuit is endless, yet ultimately satisfying. These words hold knowledge, wisdom and understanding.
As a child growing up in my grandparents’ home I would stand in awe of my grandfather’s book shelf in the hallway. So many books it contained, they still stand firm to this day in grand splendor. One summer I decided to borrow The Rainmaker. It is the most beautiful story I have ever read, the narrative of a young attorney, passionate about the law and desperate to help the less fortunate. Throughout this novel, my obsession with words transformed into something more. I lived through Rudy, I became him. His struggle was mine and his successes were my greatest accomplishments. I slowly grew from obsessing over words into becoming enamored with the beauty and structure of law. I found uncharted passion in oral argument. When I first engaged in reading much of Grisham’s work I felt an intensified explosion of passion and desire. I became heavily enchanted with every aspect that a young struggling Rudy represented. I see the same passion for law in myself that I saw in Rudy. Perhaps it was my ardor for words that led me to clearly grasp the complete element of law. I discovered that I could empathize with a man who was desperately fighting for justice while holding firmly unto his integrity.
I can never give back the beautiful experience of reading The Rainmaker, nor do I desire to. Reading about a young man fresh out of law school struggling to gain a conceptual understanding of the world in which he lived, captivated me. Law manifested through words forms power, not only for the attorney, but for the people being helped as well. Words are powerful and fierce, they not only entertain and thrill, but they also induce, persuade and even transform thoughts and opinions. Words and the expression of law are delicately intertwined yet so individually unique. Words fascinate me, I have never been intimidated by them. Assuredly, I am empowered by them. I have a dream that my passion for reading and understanding words will help me succeed in my study of the law.
The power of words spoken and my desire to conquer them is the driving force behind my striving for law school. At this juncture in my life, I seek more challenge and personal growth in a field that calls on my reading and deciphering skills. It is through deep personal reflection that I have decided that law is the natural extension of my life.