Fly

Not all wings are made of feathers.
Some are made of paper.

If you want to fly—really fly, beyond cities and mountains, beyond time and gravity—read a book.

A book is the quietest kind of magic. It doesn’t make noise, doesn’t sparkle, doesn’t rush. And yet, the moment you open it, something begins to lift inside you. One sentence after another, it gently carries you away from the world you know… and toward the one you didn’t know you needed.

You don’t have to pack your bags.
You don’t need a passport.
All you need is a quiet corner and an open heart.

Because books are not just about stories—they’re about freedom. Freedom to imagine, to wonder, to feel. With every chapter, you meet people you’ve never known, live lives you’ve never lived, and understand truths you’ve never spoken aloud. And the most beautiful part? You come back changed.

Books make us braver. Kinder. They teach us to listen—to others, and to ourselves.
They show us how the world can be vast, beautiful, and full of second chances.
They remind us that being lost isn’t the end—it’s just the beginning of the next chapter.

So if you’re feeling stuck…
If life feels small…
If your days feel heavy and your dreams feel far away—don’t give up.
Pick up a book.

Let it carry you.

Let it lift you.

Let it teach you how to fly—quietly, gently, and in a way that only you will understand.

Because when you read, you don’t just escape the world.
You return to it stronger, softer, and more alive than ever before.

GK