In the era of rampant materialism, entertainment all around, reading has become a luxury thing. I think it has been a long time since last time I settled down to read a book.
Indeed, we have too many reasons not to read, not to turn over and understand the boring text. The colorful world on the Internet is far more attractive than heavy books. They are simple, straightforward, and full of fun. With a little touch, the world will connect with us. But that is always just someone else’s world, we laugh and cry, only to see the lives of others, in this way, we gradually lost ourselves. When I have free time, I think reading is gaining knowledge which would take too much effort. I “enjoy” scroll with my fingers with the dead face. Seems like I am relaxing, but I am just lazy and wasting the time. Without books, we gradually lose the opportunity to communicate with our hearts.
The charm of reading is that it requires us to experience, calm down to understand, to follow the author to understand the world, to find ourselves in the text. Fidgety, is our common disease, efficient, is our pursuit. However, an efficient life often brings an inefficient life. We are used to learning a page at a glance, always feel that this saves a lot of time, but let our life full of loopholes, full of ruins. It is easy to say to settle down to read and settle down to live, but few people actually do it. Between books and mobile phones, we are always very natural to pick up the phone, the newly bought books are also gradually covered with dust, we live in a hurry, but forget why we live. We are afraid to open a book, afraid of missing a piece of news, but ultimately miss the opportunity to return to life. Calm down to read a book, may not change anything, but the heart has already dried up in the moist between the lines. The value of reading is not what we read, or learned what, but we in the book, find ourselves, see the direction, quiet down, to find the impetuous heart.
We are used to planning our lives because by living in a plan, everything seems to be in order, and the guilt of wasting time is released by careful planning. I always want to have a quiet time to settle down and read. So I keep buying books but just do not have time to read them. By looking at the all the books piled on the bed, reading is increasingly lazy, the inertia of the mind will exclude books, life is like a machine, only the simplest instructions can make the mind barely run, but reading is like coding as boring. But I still desire that quiet heart, maybe it just lost the courage to regain it. I would like to turn off the computer, turn off the phone, and force myself into the text of a book.
Reading is very simple, but it is also very difficult, so is life, from the beginning of life to the death line, seemingly simple, but in fact, multifariously contained in the story, just like every book, there is life.
Did you read a book today?
Thank you for reading ~