On Reading Habits
Note: Created a new section on the books that I read at books
For the last couple years, I’ve been trying to improve my reading habits. Unfortunately, they’ve been lacking for the last few months. It’s a new year, and just now finished the first book of the year. Although it was a long one, that’s been present for almost the duration of this experiment, I’d normally range around half a dozen by now, and I’m not talking about skimming.
There’s a thing certain about myself, and that obsession isn’t just an abstract concept, but rather a way of living. Restless to have a proper understanding is beyond what one might call curious. In another life, I’d probably be an heretic breaking some religious law, because I had to know something.
On the other side of the coin, practicality is a thing, and much like Galileo, and not that apocryphal story, I’d care little for it if it endangered my kin. This whom I claim to be is romanticised version of myself, the real me is a monster with a different face.
For the last few years, my will to progress has stalled as patience runs thin, and some sort of episode happens. There have been good times, but not as they were some long time ago, in a very different life I had. Some things however make it all worth it, but then again one always wonders about the things you miss.
Maybe there’s something in the water, I don’t know, I just feel that I’m lacking something I used to have.