I may be one person, but through fiction, I have lived many lives.
I have been many people. I have been born, grown up, struggled, triumphed, and died. I don’t know how many times I have died, I’ve lost count. I’ve been a child, I’ve been a teenager, I’ve been an adult, I’ve been elderly. I’ve gone through life’s stages many times. I’ve been many men, I’ve been many women. I’ve been human, elf, dwarf, alien, and wolf. I’ve been a warrior. I’ve been a scientist. I’ve been an adventurer. I’ve been a wizard, a witch, an assassin, a thief. I’ve been a hero. I’ve gone through tragedy. I’ve lost loved ones, and I’ve lost myself.
I’ve been to many places on Earth. I’ve been to the Moon, Mars, Europa, Ganymede, and Iapetus. I’ve been to other stars. I’ve been to other worlds uncharted. I’ve been to the future, the past, and the present. I’ve ridden a dragon, piloted a starship, and flown a broom. I’ve cast spells, fired guns, and drawn a sword. I’ve been handsome, beautiful, ugly, and ordinary. I’ve been stabbed, shot, and poisoned. I’ve gone through anguish, ecstasy, and blind rage.
I’ve seen life through different eyes. I’ve become different people. That’s what reading fiction does. It gives you experiences you can never have in reality. It expands your horizons, gives you new ideas, and opens your mind to other ways of thought. It enriches you and makes you a better person. I couldn’t live without reading. It’s a wonderful way to inspire. I wish everyone could experience that.
Pick up a book and read. Your mind will thank you.
This was inspired by this wonderful post by RamblingAnt. Go on over there and tell him what you think. Share with us what reading means to you. The comments below are open for your thoughts.