People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading. — Logan Pearsall Smith
Once upon a time, in a small town named Silverlake Shores, lived a young boy named Ravi. Ravi was unlike the other children in his town. While they spent their days playing in the fields, swimming in the river, and exploring the woods, Ravi preferred to stay indoors, engrossed in his books.
Ravi's parents were worried about him. They thought he was missing out on life. "Ravi, life is the thing," his father would say, "You should go out and play with the other children. Experience the world."
But Ravi would just smile and say, "I prefer reading."
One day, a great festival was held in Silverlake Shores. There were games, food, music, and dance. Everyone in the town was there, everyone except Ravi. He was at home, reading a book about a far-off land filled with magic and adventure.
The next day, all the children in the town could talk about was the festival. They spoke of the delicious food, the exciting games, and the beautiful fireworks. Ravi listened quietly, but he didn't feel like he had missed out. Instead, he told them about the magical land he had read about, the brave heroes, the cunning villains, and the epic battles.
The children listened in awe. They realized that while they had experienced a wonderful day, Ravi had experienced a whole lifetime of adventures through his books. They understood that there was more than one way to experience life.
From that day forward, the people of Silverlake Shores never again questioned Ravi's love for reading. They understood that while some people say that life is the thing, others, like Ravi, prefer reading.
The moral of the story is that everyone has their own way of experiencing and enjoying life. Some people prefer to be active participants, while others, like Ravi, prefer to live vicariously through the stories they read. Neither way is wrong or right, it's just a matter of personal preference.
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