Reading

Dec 29, 2008 01:16

Is it odd that I find such solace in the written word? When the world starts to overwhelm me I find I can dive into a book and feel at peace. As though the author has chosen to take me along on their journey out of their own violation, not because they have to but because they want to. As soon as I open a book, new or old, I find myself taken away on a flight of fancy and dreams. I become a part of the book, as though I'm a character who just watches what unfolds, a sort of omnipotent figure. I don't join in the twists of plot or character development but I look upon them as if they are my children. I watch them grow, experience the good and the bad, I watch them rise to their potential, fall from a pedestal they've been unwillingly placed upon and move with grace and elegance. I watch them deteriorate as they pave the road to hell with good intentions, I watch the weak transcend their lot in life and the great tumble into oblivion. I grieve when they die and rejoice when they triumph. I watch it all.

I've become very aware of the fact that this is my form of escapism. What I can't find in life I find in a good novel. I'll board a pirate ship and sail the seas; I'll become lost as a child and taken in by an unlikely people; I'll travel the stars and search for ancient relics. I'll defeat evil and become evil in a single breath. I'll fall in love and stumble into hate with the turn of a page. Every chapter offers a new experience with a new day.

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