Books are just wonderful.
I don’t even know if wonderful is the right word to say because it is in fact beyond wonderful. For once you opened a book and start reading it, it’s like you are in a transporter’s plane where in you can go across the Globe into the novelist’s mind. Or, it’s like soaring and gliding into the clouds where in you can have the benefit of observing every perspective an individual human mind possess. Or, it’s like traveling without any form of medium where in you just escape from your reality and be a thrall of the king novelist.
That’s why I don’t understand those people who doesn’t like to read, I don’t know if they are just lazy, or they like something else, or it’s just that they haven’t find the right book for them, but the thing I don’t understand more is when they find books boring. I mean, how can a gold made of all minerals in a forbidden cave underground can be boring?
If you would interview someone who reads and someone who does not read, about life. You will know the difference between the two. Someone who reads, has a vivid imagination and wild perspective, sometimes their answers might be simple but it has a lot of meanings that may sometimes leave you not even convinced with how you understood it.
People who read so much are often called Bookworm, or sometimes people automatically call you a Bookworm, even if it was just the first time they saw you reading. And the society already spoon fed the people that, once you are a Bookworm, you are automatically a nerd. And in the cliche stories, the nerd is always the one left behind.
As i’ve said, books give you the benefit of observing every perspective the human mind possess, and those who read are bookworms, and bookworms are the nerds who are always left behind. And, if they know what is happening in this world that’s in complete disarray, they know what to do, they know what to say, and they know which solution to be proposed.
Now tell me, are they still be the one who is still left behind?