There isn't any one specific book that I could immediately pinpoint as the novel that could make me happy. I could say, however, that all of the books that I've read and liked (or loved) has made me happy. Books have made it possible for me to live in an alternative world, at least for the time being that the carefully pieced together words that comprise a novel pass through my consciousness. They have allowed me to escape my troubles, worries, and any shit that I deal with even for just a few hours. And yes, I always have this urge to just crawl inside a book, live and dwell in it, and never come back because honestly, at most times, I am a lot happier when my nose, and thoughts, are buried deep within a book rather than when I am actually living my messed up life.
And this is really ironic because I am currently penning this post with so much hurt and pain and unresolved feelings fighting within me. To put it shortly, I am exactly the opposite of happy right now.
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