My husband just does not understand why I love to read and write. In his eyes I am wasting time, wasting my life away. He has never been able to comprehend how much life I find through reading and writing. I don’t read or write to simply pass the time when I am bored, it is something I actually look forward to and work to make time for in my crazy schedule. Reading and writing are a passion for me because it gives me something I need to stay sane and positive in a world that is often times cruel and unjust, it gives me an escape.
Like many people I have faced hard times in my life, some of which I am facing now. I have faced abuse, ridicule, and loss so I needed something to help me get through the negative times, something to make me smile through my pain. The first place I found that escape was reading. When reading or writing a truly great story, I become completely engrossed in the world and characters of the story. This means that for a brief time I am not worrying about my troubles, or why I was sad about my own situation. Instead, I find myself thinking about the characters and what they are going through; the love they have found, their heartbreak, their losses, and their wins are distractions that help ease my own circumstances.
I am not saying that the way to deal with all of life’s struggles is to put them on the back burner and live vicariously through the lives of fictional characters, but I am saying that making that occasional escape into another world can be refreshing. It can help ease your sorrows if only for a short time and give you the chance to escape to a happier place and come back to your reality with a fresh mind and cooler head.