the irreplaceable feeling adhere upon one's heart as they uncover the secrets hidden within the bounded pages of a book. secrets of languor, dreaminess, beautiful portrayals of a whole other world, a whole other time, a whole other imagination, a whole other cloud nine. it enchants you, the strong collected women with whimsical dreams, the stoic , zealous men of noble-mien, the way she returns his ardour, the transient adventure, and then the happily ever after. i cannot fathom just how much a book is capable of surrogating reality. this partiality, if it is partiality at all, might just merely be the result of my complete vulnerability to superfluous words and languid imaginations. after all, sometimes fantasy is a whole lot better than reality. it repletes the emptiness within one's soul and fills it with the undying fullness of a chimera, an ideality that consequently resemble possible realities. and truth be told, literature tricks, or rather, our misconceptions tricks us into believing a world where things are either pure rose colored or only solely black and white. and the meanings which we take out are often so powerful, they change our thoughts, our demeanors, acquiescent to the truths of reality. can there ever be a rationale behind the million different meanings, and the infinite understandings derived from just one story?

and sometimes we are maneuvered into thinking that dreams is all that ever matters, when really what are they but products of cravings and desires, mere chemical reactions in our body, triggered by literature itself, that leads us to nowhere, complete nothingness unless there is that element of attempt, the attempt of making dreams come true. and only that, will take us to places.

literature inspires, it transpires and evokes imagination, dreams, a whole other world of wonders and splendors, and a happily ever after. but none of this truly exists, for they are sheer words printed in blank ink on paper that will fade away with the seconds of time. what makes our stories interesting is how we make the dreams sown by literature into our lives come true. a story that transcends all of the conventions and norms of literature. for finally you are able to no longer say,

i love elizabeth bennet

but rather

and it is then do you find your happily ever after