Vinka's Library of Mind

Since I've noticed a lot of Murakami haters popping up on social media lately, and many people seem to be jumping on the bandwagon of hating him without even reading his books, as a fan of Murakami, here’s my take on my favorite author. Some say, “Haruki Murakami might be the type of author you either love or hate—there’s no in between,” and I happen to be someone who really loves Haruki Murakami’s work ((obviously)). Despite all the criticism and hate that portrays him as misogynist or sexist, personally, reading Murakami has opened my perspective on the complexity of the human mind and emotions. I’ve always admired how Murakami conveys complex feelings, but with simple language. I also appreciate the depth of character development in his works, even if some people find it long-winded. But I enjoy that. I really do love his writing style! I also love Murakami’s unusual, surreal imagination. I think his writing offers a lot of insights into various issues. Plus, I’ve discovered man

Today was meant to be my happiest day of the year. I woke this morning with a weight in my chest, as if a part of me was slipping away—a part that held me upright. But today, it longs to drift with the breeze of fate, leaving me fragile. I lingered in bed, unmoving for what felt like ages, as I struggled to grasp a surrender that seemed so hard to reach. And so, I remained there, suspended between what was and what is yet to come, waiting for peace to find me. October has always been my time to let go—to embrace the purity of my deepest sincerity, to acknowledge that as a fragile soul, I can only plan. To accept, as a finite being, that not all desires align with reality. To release; to surrender. Such is life. A part of us departs, only to be replaced by another. I realized that perhaps happiness doesn't always come as expected. It slips through in quiet moments of acceptance, in the soft release of what no longer serves us. As one part of me fades with the wind, another is ready