Every now and then, I get this terrible feeling that I’m not living enough lives. I know I’m blessed to be fond of reading because it means I have the ability to live in different worlds. I get to experience other joys, other sorrows, other challenges, other achievements. But at the same time, it’s a curse. I spend every moment in my life, worrying about all the books I’ll never get to read, because there simply isn’t enough time!
Reading makes you realize how trivial your problems are and that there are people in the world who have so much more to deal with. Maybe you’ll have problems that are greater, maybe your problems will be smaller; but one thing is certain, they’ll be different. Perhaps reading about others’ problems will make yours go away, maybe they’ll help you find the strength to deal with them. They may even solve them.
I can’t imagine a life where I don’t read. I can’t imagine how a person thinks, if they know no life apart from their own. Can’t really say, can we? But what do they do when their life gets too overwhelming? What do they do when they need a break? How do they escape?