Books and Me
Books as a part of my life.
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always love to read books. My mom tells stories about how I used to sit
in the library for hours then bring at least ten books home every month. What’s the fascination? It’s the stories, the characters, the plots. When I was younger, it was probably more of
an escape for me, a place for my dreams.
I even wrote short stories of my own.
Now, I think it still serves as an escape or a place of my own. It’s where I can go to clear my head of
everyday stresses.
I won’t say that I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I am usually
not up to speed on current shows. I tend
to watch streaming television in spurts.
When I find a show that I like (typically funny), I must watch it until
its done. What I found is that I watch TV like I read books. It must be something that doesn’t consume my
mind and heart, basically nothing too heavy.
Not to say that I don’t read heavy books at all; I just sprinkle in more
light ones than heavy.
The issue is simply that I feel deeply and can carry those emotions
and stories for a while. This, in itself,
can be very draining. Life comes with
many stresses naturally and relieving this stress is key to a healthy mind,
body and soul. Books allow me the opportunity to release and
manage life anxieties.
Quote of the Day
“She reads books as one would breathe air to fill up and live.”
-Ann Dillard
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