I have walked in someone elses’ shoes several times and have experienced the world of possibilities.

I have moved away from home yet found a home everywhere.

I am young but I have already lived a thousand lives without dying.

I visit my childhood easily and giggle and laugh out loud anytime.

I meet strangers who later have held my hand and guided me for long.

I have slipped, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul, and loved the journey.

I have unfolded world after world after world, worlds that sang to me, comforted and excited me.

Sitting in a room I have felt the colors of the sky during the setting sun or the smell of a warm summer’s breeze on my face.

I have experienced the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant countries breaking the shackles of time.

Everyday i feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person, and have become smarter.

I discovered I could be insane and happy and have a good life without being like everybody else.

I have successfully deepened and widened and expanded my sense of life.

I have made myself smarter! Less judgmental. More apt to understand my friends’ insane behavior, or better yet, my own.

I have the quietest and most constant of friends, the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.

All of it was possible because I READ.