Books will always be my most important friends

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I feel that I matured earlier than children of my age and was more sentimental. Aside from having teachers who were kind and patient during my school years, who acted as both mentors and friends as I grew up, my best friends were not my classmates or siblings; rather, they were books. I would always stand alone on the edge of the world, opening the containers of knowledge by myself and discovering the surprises within. When I lose my way, when I feel depressed, when I suffer setbacks in relationships or love, I turn to books for help. Without them, I wouldn’t know how many times I’ve almost given up. This is what it means to be human: animals may feel bad, but they don’t have the wisdom of those who came before to offer solutions for their emotions; yet as humans, we have access to thousands of books filled with knowledge and wisdom—records of the souls of tens of thousands of people who left behind their experiences, pains, and joys. For the problems before us, clues and inspiration can be found within it; how can we live amidst the treasures of human civilization’s peak while complaining of poverty and loneliness? Books can take your mind on the longest journeys. I love reading because it allows me to embark on profound mental adventures without having to move my body; by lying in bed under the covers, I can let the author take me to Provence, into outer space, to a magic school… Over time, I’m able to reach places that are only imagined by me, and my senses can extend far and wide. When I’m in a bad mood, I rarely call my friends to complain. Instead, I pick up a book that can take me away from there right away, helping me escape from my current difficulties. An interesting book allows me to forget about setbacks and remember the beauty of the world; through the words of the author, I manage to lift my perspective to a broader level, and then my mood improves instantly