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There was a time I read books just to take a break from life — to zone out, to avoid overthinking. But somewhere along the way, books stopped being a distraction. They started becoming a mirror. A quiet teacher. A way to understand things I didn’t even have words for. I didn’t notice it at first. But slowly, I caught myself reacting differently — not just to stories, but to real life. I stopped labelling characters as simply “right” or “wrong.” I became more patient with uncomfortable endings. And eventually, I started doing the same with people. Books like, ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ didn’t offer the outcome I hoped for — but it made me think deeper about autonomy, love, and what we define as a meaningful life. ๐ท ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฆ challenged me to empathize with someone I would’ve easily judged at first glance. ๐ท๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐ showed me how healing isn't always linear — and how timing and vulnerability shape more than we realise. That’s when it hit ...