Some live through stories of others
I am a middle-class graduate whose college was about doing something for sustenance. I have a boring life. I haven't travelled. I don't take risks. I don't have many experiences. I live a comfortable standard life with practical decisions that should ensure food on my plate few years down the line.
But I dream all the time (with eyes open and closed ). And how do I live it? By reading fiction.
Through these fiction stories, I have lived many lives. I have felt the rush of a banker whose millions were at a stake on a timely decision. I have felt the adrenaline of a detective who had to fake-date a serial killer.I have loved a man on a wheelchair and mourned his death. I have seen a one-legged cancer virgin boy through the eyes of a cancer girl. I have craved the warmth of a touch being a CFer. I have been in a toxic relationship and learned to learn myself. I have loved a boy who lost his mom to cancer and got abandoned by his father at 13. I have been a prisoner waiting to avenge the wrong done to me.I have loved and been loved by the school's popular bad boy. I have felt something similar to depression while living through a suicidal and depressed person. I have tried to understand a judged girl and a wierd boy.
I have lived pain, joy and love through my characters. People like me experience life through characters in these stories.
You might think it is a sad way of existence. It's not, really. Every story has something to offer. I have excelled at taking something from every story. Maybe I understand a person with troubled mind a little better, maybe I understand trauma a little better, maybe I have learnt to emphathize, to put understanding before judgement, perspective before notions. I have learnt when to listen, when to use humor, when to act solemn and when to act childish.
Books don't fail you. Give them a chance.
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