Anticipations

I have never been a great reader. But there is always something that keeps me bound to the world of words, language and expression. And that keeps my affinity towards books intact. I have tried to study very few authors and I still am a new born in this print world. Though I have made sincere efforts to span my reading skills across different writers, I have failed phant time for my very choosy nature. Works fascinate me if it makes me think either of these – “Can I ever pen down the feelings like this and craft it naturally beautiful” or “Can I ever envision life like this?” It is always so surprising to see my reflections on the sheets of paper I am holding. Many a times, I have also found that the reflections tend to fade because of those ripples. And then I appreciate there is something unique & secretive in everyone which is still to be discovered. But this thought surfaced my mind when I happened to run into a totally ad hoc conversation with my friend. What we are going in life, somebody else sitting unknown far from us might have shaped in his imagination. Does that happen always? Is life always that anticipatory? Can I find something already coined by someone to express what I am going through?