Book: The Traveler
After today’s meeting, I decided not to go back but to hangout at the Borders in the Gardens. Browsing through some books along the way, this book captured my attention. Hence, I started to read it as it was pretty short. Mostly illustrations and few words per page.
The Traveler
Here’s the story about:-
Once, there was a boy named Charlie. He had a pretty nice life . . . but it wasn’t perfect. So one day he packed up all his time—all his round, squishy years and square, mushy months, down to every itsy-bitsy second—in his suitcase and locked it up safe, said goodbye to his parents, and set off to find something better to spend his time on. Charlie traveled all over the world in search of the perfect thing to make him happy, but that turned out to be much harder to find than he thought. In the meantime, his itsybitsy seconds and silky, smooth hours and raggedy days ticked away and vanished, and soon they added up to weeks and months and years—so that once Charlie stopped his traveling and realized what he really needed out of life, it was almost too late. Almost.
Every so often, a book comes along that seems to capture an important truth for a particular time and generation. This is one of those books: a unique story about the relentless search for perfect happiness that preoccupies so many of us.
After I read it, I realized that almost every book tell the same thing. The truth about time and how often we let it slip through our lives. Nonetheless, we spend too much time searching for heaven and utopia not realizing that what was close to us means dear to us.
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