Without Literature, Life is Hell



Hell is defined by Merriam Webster's dictionary as a very difficult or unpleasant situation or experience. This can be how someone who doesn't know what literature will feel. According to Albert Einstein "imagination is more important than knowledge." Literature brings readers to another world where in the readers visualize everything  they want to experience while reading. Literature makes people's lives connected. There are people who are inside the dark where in they cannot reach out. But literature is life and enlightenment and eliminates ignorance. The reason why the past and present generation can cope to each other in some matters.

According to Clive Staples Lewis "Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become." Literature  is something that is really needed in each man's life. It should be part of our daily lives not just to entertain us but  to bring out the best in us. To take the courage to face the world.

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