To my heart's content

All day, I was just pretending to be at school. Of course, I was there, physically. But, not mentally. Through the motions of classes, my mind was somewhere else. A place I haven’t been to before. Places where peculiar things happen, places unvisited by many, and places with magic. They are places unimaginable.

At school, my friends would sometimes nudge me from daydreaming. Then, I would be surprise that a lot of time has passed. At times, I would be staring at anything that is interesting, and would be curious about it. In that case, I always wonder if it is astounding as the dreams I’ve been dreaming. The dreams are the places that I’ve been mentioning awhile ago. And they are inside a book. It would seem awkward, if it really wasn’t a place you’ve been expecting me to say. It would seem uncoordinated that it’s not quite real. Of course, books are real, but what I am saying, are the contents of a book.

Since the day that I knew how to read, I didn’t care about books. I do not care to read a book. All I think about, is to eat, play, watch the television, and sleep. I think that’s my routine everyday. Talk about being idle. Even so, my mom bought me this book with forty-nine chapters in it. It is entitled as Magyk, by Angie Sage. At first, I was bored, but I gave it a chance and I found it to be really far-fetching. When I was bored, I would curl on the sofa and read. It all started with that book. Days, months and even years had passed by and I still love books. Fiction, non-fiction, encyclopedias or any kind of reading material were the love of my life. Even though, the Internet is there for my assignments, sometimes I prefer to search facts inside the encyclopedia. It’s long, detailed, and has correct grammar. Which is what I really liked about it. Though, it’s not updated.

Anywhere I go, I do not leave the house with a book. The reason? I can’t live without it. The stories are unforgettable. It makes my imagination spread farther and farther. At times, I imagined myself as the protagonist of the story. I could feel it. Sometimes, I thought it was real. I thought it exists. But I will never say it’s wrong. It is the one that makes me believe in my dreams. It is the one that makes me see the possibilities of things I’ve never imagined. It makes me jump off my bed in the wee hours of the morning. It makes my heart beat slow and fast at the same time. Books are never boring. It makes my heart and mind contented.

Each time, I open any book, it invites me to enhance my vocabulary words, my grammar and pronunciation. It invites me to learn more of the world through reading. So, now, I do not hesitate to read a book. For as Gertrude Stein quoted, "Writing and reading is to me synonymous with existing."