The beauty of literature

I've been reading some nice old notes in an old English literature college book with notes from a professor. Literature is the best friend a person can have. I feel passion for life in such a lovely way that seems to celebrate just ordinary life. A life without worry or care except for the natural challenges of life with a professor encouraging me to rely and think for myself That sense of openness is something i feel I almost thought i lost. ive had a lot of buried gems that carried me that imitated a sense of love for life that created the emotions that mimic openness and love of life. But i never knew I had actually lost that part of my heart until someone just gave that back to me. I love literature. And no matter what anyone tells you people love people who think for themselves and endure life with love strength and dignity. Literature is grown up innocence one can feel from a page and wrap safely around ones life abd body like an invincibility blanket of love. I feel life opening up for me in positive new ways. A wonderful path of realistic fantasy of insight is what gives life to romance and just life in general. Literature protects me from delusional cynicism and makes me alive with hope rest But the comraderie of good life and literature is still with me. May it also be with you.