Books and Me- Thats life

Books and Me- that's how I know life and believe me I don't exaggerate! For as long as I remember, I have been an avid book reader. They have been a constant companion to me. Like a loved one they have traveled with me, given me solace and love throughout the many ups and downs that life has taken me through, never ever giving up on me. Like a good friend they have advised me, held my hand as I staggered to take that tough first step and shown great faith in me through the toughest of life's battles. When lost and confused, people look for friends and family. I have always looked for my books. While people enjoy their talks and discussions, I like to snuggle with a book and fly with them into the unknown world of beauty and freedom; unhindered, unconstrained and unimpeded. Through them I have seen the unseen, known the unknown, felt the unfelt and lived through innumerable miracles. I have grown with them, felt the worlds changing, new worlds unfolding and old ones melting. Life does not scare me. Nothing it seems is left to be questioned. It’s all just a journey, a quite long journey to be traveled by me, with me. As I cross one milestone after another, I have for companion my thoughts, which also grow and develop in constant conversations with books. In the outside world I might or might not find resonance of my thoughts and that's the hard truth. But it has to be accepted Moreover people come together to fulfill their own needs and aspirations. Unknowingly and falsely they call it love, friendship or passion, but at the root of it all is just a plain need to fulfill oneself, to complete one’s own incompleteness. They come and discuss thoughts, sometimes their own problems, find solace in each other but unfortunately they cannot be your 'all time' travel companions. They move apart, have their own lives to deal with, their own issues to face and resolve. The twain just does not meet. It takes too long to explain oneself and still they will see what they want to see or they will simply be limited by their own experiences in life. No one in this world can see the world through your glasses, simply because they are your glasses. They have their own world-view and their interpretation would always be their own, of your circumstances yes but still their own. So, words at best can just touch the tip of what you feel and believe in. They become redundant; they cannot explain even half a percent of what you feel. So you are still unexplained, still wanting someone to come along and fill that gap, to be there, to understand you completely. For me that someone have been my books.. They have held me close, understood and spoken the language I want to hear. They have heard me out me and given solution that best suited my need. They have never led me astray, never given wrong advice and always cared. They don't compare their lives with me and make me feel either superior or inferior. They just let me be and with each good book I grow a little more, learn a little better, and feel a little more grown up and the unattainable, the unknown and the unexplained seems a little more understood. May this journey continue unabated and my romance with books take me to new heights for times to come. Amen!