Literature, a subject or way of life?

Literature is more than a subject, and definitely more than a means to
a goal. The world of literature encompasses all we know of life. If I
had to imagine it, I’d think of brilliant fireworks, If I had to feel
it, I would sense a poignant calm, if I had to taste it, I would
savour its inexplicable flavour and lose myself trying to identify its
ingredients. It is a paradigm in which I can both lose myself, and
find myself in.
Dwelling deep into interpretation and dissecting personality to
uncover a person’s true character has always held a deep fascination
for me. This is probably why studying literature appeals so strongly
to me. I can find myself spending hours gazing at a person; the
unintentional twitch of their eyebrows, the droop in their stature,
the heavy gait coupled with a nervous clenching of sweaty hands; all
highlight an integral part of their personality. I only recently
discovered how important such interpretical and analytical skills are
for discovering meaning in art.
I believe very strongly that each individual currently living in the
world has a purpose; every living thing gives and takes. This rule
applies to anything I can imagine or conjure up. It is with this
theory that I decided to take up writing. It’s a form of communication
not favoured much in the part of world I live in. There is too much
lost while speaking whether it be words, emotions or meaning. But the
written art can be read and re-read until instilled for eons to come.
Most Pakistani writers, I feel,  are limited in their content and
expression. Their styles are pompous and their matter narrowed only to
a certain angle of narrative styles. I have always been obsessed with
the more subtle forms of expression that despite appearing seemingly
nonsensical and purposeless at times is brimming with powerful and
heavy meaning and logic, such as those displayed by Lewis Carroll’s
Alice in Wonderland and George Orwell’s Animal Farm. I want to write
an analogy on Pakistan’s unfortunate luck with political leadership
and the social evils that perpetuate its adverse fate. By combining
dark humour and challenging my readers to tackle the issue from
another perspective than to have it flung at their face in an obvious
manner and here I am reminded of Oscar Wilde’s satire on England’s
society in ‘The Importance of being Ernest’ . It is for this purpose
that I crave for more experience and wisdom from the masters of
literature throughout time. By discovering new innovators and
revolutionists, impressionistic writing, comparing between texts and
maturing my skills I can follow in their path to enlightening
societies by writing.