An Unfuturistic World of 1984

I slept at 3 am. I was reading all night, trying to finish off George Orwell's 1984. I can't stop turning the pages. It was too exiting. The story of an everybody-man facing a dystopian world. At exactly 3.33 am, I finally finished it.

It can't get out of my head. The ending. Well I won't spoiler it to you of course. But the book was amazing. It griped-hard the message of the entire story. It was consistent. Never appealed to get out of its course. Even until the end, it was still hard on the message.

I can put the book back on the shelf. But, I can't manage to sleep though. The story was still hard on me. It was too much.

I had to open my first novel, which was To Kill A Mockingbird. I read a few pages at the end of the novel. Reading it aloud in my mind to sleep. It was working.

Well, see, I will spoiler the novel a bit. 1984 got a depressing ending. It got me thinking, if I were the person in the story, if I were tortured like him, if I have to betray my loved ones. I can't resist thinking what it would be if we were living in that kind of world. The world of hatred. Better be dead than living.

Stories are very strong in our life. They give you a strong feeling of mixed emotions. We, as the audience, want to fall into the story and identify with the protagonist. They will have some messages for us to learn, for us to make it real in our life, to become a changed person. That's why we need them. We need to feel as a human being. Stories can satisfy us.

When I woke up this morning. I felt a little bit better. Thinking today I would have nothing to do, I might work on my screenplay, read another book, and get some exercise at four in the afternoon. It would be a hell of a day!

Thanks for reading.

Good read, ladies and gentlemen.