this girl wrote a diary in the year 1020, and she’s just like I was at her age. She prays in her room in secret thusly: “Please grant that I should go to the capital as soon as possible where there are so many tales, and please let me get to read all of them.”
And later she does get to read the book she wants to read: “With my heart pounding with excitement, I was able to read, right from the first chapter, the Tale of Genji, this tale that had confused me and made me impatient when I had read only a piece of it. With no one bothering me, I just lay down inside my curtains, and the feeling I had as I unrolled scroll after scroll was such that I would not have cared even if I had had a chance to become empress!”
I remember being her age and feeling the same way about reading, and feeling like I wanted to devour the whole world with my eyes and mind. Now it is harder to keep that feeling, but I think it is still possible - when was the last time you felt that grateful for something? When was the last time it felt like a gift to be able to read? I ’m going to try to channel her more this year if I can. I linked a translation of her journal for anyone who wants to read it :—3