Tuesdays with Morrie

Funny how i associate books with colors. You know, when i get to buy a book, the first thing i'd have to consider is it's cover. The more appealing it looks to me, the greater it's chance that i'm gonna buy it- never mind the cost. It's just recently that i began to see things differently, especially that reading books is probably my top hobby, so i might as well not choose, especially its looks, so as long as it is a book and not a magazine. So, i started to examine each bookshelf there is in my apartment and found this not-very-much-my-type figure of a book- Tuesdays with Morrie, and i was like, "Hey, this is the book everyone's been talking about when i was in college." My friends always mentioned this man, Morrie, and talked about this book of which i was always out of place every time they'd pop it in their conversations, and i'd have to fake an interest about it. So, i took the book and started flipping the pages and i found out that it's sort of a journal of the book's author. I convinced myself to have at least an average level of interest on this book, since it's "The International Bestseller". I was just halfway reading and i feel like, "aww..". that's all i can say. This book's worth the talk of the town, indeed. Pity on me, i only get to know this book as of today. Shucks, it's a shame. Well anyways, the book is about a man's journey towards the last days of his life, but actually, he's in his last moments already. This old man, Morrie, has a degenarative disease called ALS. In the layman's language, this disease is like when you've stepped in a quicksand. Slowly it devours your body, from bottom to up, until there's no room for air to help you. I would say, an agonizing way of killing a person. But this old professor, Morrie, didn't fret, unlike most of us would if it happens to us. Instead, he lives his to the fullest and looks at dying in a different view- which made him famous. He's favorite student back in college came to visit him one tuesday, and later did he realized that he was taking another course with this old professor again. A course that needs no textbooks or reports or grades- only pure heart to heart talk about life and everything in it. And so did their classes went, every tuesday, in Morrie's home, about love, marriage, forgiveness, aging, regrets, dying, and everything but life. The book is overwhelming. Morrie told the story with real clarity on how you deal with life's common problems which is basically caused by our own human values. He told his student how we hold on to something so much that we often forget that there were other things within the periphery, waiting to be embraced and experienced. He was but one quintessential man. His student put down his words into a wonderful thesis. As easily as you may find the words in this book to understand, it's also as hard doing so. But Morrie related it just simply and plainly. Maybe because there is so much more to see about life and people through a dying person's eyes, than what meets a middle-aged healthy man's eyes. A lesson that taught us to never say there's no more time. A question about what are we hurrying up for? A bunch of words that could be summed up for but one thing - Love. It all springs out from love, and it all goes back to it. Just like what Morrie said, "Love each other, or perish."
A stupendous story that leaves your eyes moist and eventually wet, and your heart deeply moved... and just for the record, i finished reading the book today, and it's tuesday! ,'-)