Reading has been a way for me to express myself since I was three. I’m hard-pressed to think of a day where I didn’t have a book between my hands. I’m also pretty sure there’s never been a book I started that I didn’t finish.
As a kid, I had a wild imagination, and between all the chores and homework, it was hard to find time during the day to feed the creative part of my brain. But at night, I could pick up a book and travel to a new dimension, where homework and chores (probably) don’t exist.
Reading helps me get through my daily life, too. Books are therapy for me, and by getting inspired by the stories I read I can improve myself and live with more imagination. My life wouldn’t be what is without books; they’re a part of me.
By reading so much over the years, I’ve learned that life is like a big book. You get to choose what goes in it.
You’re the writer, so you have a lot of control over what happens. Only unlike a normal book, some of it writes itself, and part of living your own story is accepting that.
I’m proud to say that I passed on my passion for reading to my children. I see them benefiting from it in the same way I do. I wish more people would express themselves through books; it’s so easy!
Especially with how technology has improved, I can take a book—or even a whole library—with me in my pocket wherever I go. That way, I can express myself on the subway, in the park, or at home in my normal spot in bed.
Books have changed my life for the better and will continue to do so. I don’t expect I’ll ever stop reading until my life—and therefore my story— is complete.