I love to read. I love to learn. I love being transported into different times and places. I love discovering new things.
Collecting books and readings books have long been passions of mine, one shared and passed down to me by my Dad, another bibliophile.
I can spend all day in a public library, university library or bookstore. Used book sales are another place I lose track of time. If I open Amazon.com while on the internet it’s just as bad. An hour seems like only minutes.
But, even as my passion for books and reading has grown stronger over the years, I’ve noticed that the number of books I read and the amount of time I spending reading has steadily declined.
I used to devour three, four, five or more non-fiction books, and possibly a novel or two, every week no matter how many hours I worked. Now I am lucky if I finish one book a week and I only work part-time.
At first this really bothered me. What was wrong with me? Why was I falling behind on my reading?
The easy answer was that my eyes are older and tire more easily.
But, that wasn’t really it.
The truth was that something a little more important had taken the place of reading.
Instead of reading constantly, always seeking more and more answers, more and more inspiration and daydreaming about what if’s, I started taking action.
I was moving instead of reading.
I was creating a life I loved instead of reading about and dreaming about a life I could love.
I love the life I have today. And, I love it more and more every day. It’s because I read less, and act more that I can say that.
But, at the same time, although I may read less, I also know that having a life I love will always include reading books (and collecting them).
Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.
~ Albert Einstein