Books speak to us. A really great book can change your life; words on a page, so carefully and consciously arranged that they alter the very fabric of your being. They whisper secrets to us that we didn't even know we were keeping, but once we realize that this little part of us was trapped in this book, our whole life, we cannot help but want to share it. Giving someone a book you love, sharing that part of yourself is not often something done lightly. Giving away your secret makes you vulnerable: what if they don't "get it"?
What if they do?
"People who know and love the same books as you have the road map to your soul"
The magical thing about books is that they can take what feels like a lonely individual experience and make us realize we are not alone. In fact, this thing that had previously harrowed us to the world is brought to light as a shared understanding. Some random author empathized with your soul, without even knowing they were doing so, and put what you felt into words. Those words traveled across the world and found you, but not only you; books are published in bulk, they flood out into society and are consumed by hungry readers.
It is a stroke of destiny when people are brought together by a book. There is nothing quite like speaking with someone who, completely unexpectedly, relates to the same part of a story that you did. Secrets are often kept not because we don't want to share them, but because we do not know fully how to express a truth of our heart. The assurance that a text has already stated exactly what we needed to say can releases us of the pressure and fear of misspeaking. We are allotted the opportunity to communicate something that may have otherwise been kept buried within forever. Moreover, it is not just friends, family members, and people we know that we are given the chance to relate to, but other readers.
I implore you to go out and search. Search for the soul you didn't know was connected to your own. There is a person (or maybe people) out there who has read exactly what you read. Not only did this someone read the same binding of pages as you, but they looked at the jumbled letters on those pages and deciphered them just the same. It is this person, these people, that will know a part of you as you know it yourself. It is through literature, that we can make connections. Books are not written just to be read. They are written to be experienced, to bring people closer and remind them that we all are living in the same unfathomable world. A world that we are not alone in. No matter how big life feels, remember someone out there is curled up with your favorite book. They are reading what you once read and learning your secret, only now it is not just yours, but theirs too.
That someone, somewhere, is reading the book to your heart.