Are Books really our best friends?
I wonder now, are they really our friends. Sitting in a room alone, at a point in my life when nothing is right, here I am. I used to have faith in books, may be I still do.
Some people say people who read too much start to live in them. But to all those fellow bookaholics out there, I ask is that true? I never used to think about it before but today when nothing is right and when I picked up my current read, I just stared at it for an hour.
Does your personal life affect your love for books? I think it does. But quite possible it is just me. I feel broken, mentally and emotionally right now, and books have always been close to my heart. But when your heart is broken, nothing seems right.
And then these wonderful things who have been our best friends all our life, show us a world where anything is possible but then real life strike you in the face.
So I ask all you amazing human beings out there, if someone is reading this, Are books really our friends?
Bye for now.
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