Gifts and presents

I think a book is a perfect gift.

Especially if the receiver enjoys reading that is. It's like giving them a companion. A new best friend, one at your disposal whenever you need one. One that can take your mind off things for a bit. One that brings you into a whole new world to distract you from your own. This new friend is there for you rain or shine, night or day. This new friend will bring you laughs, smiles and maybe sometimes tears.

It's like saying, "Here, have a portable friend so you won't be so lonely. Have a distraction, so you won't overthink. Here, have a happy ending." Even if it's only for a short while.

Edit/
I think I've reached this point of maturity or is it contentment? Or acceptance?
Whatever it is, I think I've reached this point whereby I feel so genuinely happy for other people. No fake 'congratulations' or 'yay's but true raw happiness for someone else. And it's all in return, making me a very happy girl. I'm home on a Friday night, no where near completing my assignments, way behind in my schedule and work and studies for the upcoming tests. But I'm happy, really happy. Happy for the other people who are happy, happy with myself for being happy for them. And I confusing you yet? Bottomline is, I hope this happiness and mindset lasts. And I hope you're happy too :)

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