Picking up a book… What a sentence to start a post! It feels wonderful, truly is. Book is like a companion that can remind me of the fact that day is not just a fraction of a second, minute, hour. Books give escape to the time where every word counts when its read, and where in modern days, hour really can feel like an hour With the book, and my time can really feel like its spent, because it loosens on the rope of being “my” time, but rather just one and only simple time of the written word. Lately i feel like what is the point of setting goals for books to be read in one year? Counting words, pages, reading books just for the sake of them being read… It feels so unnatural, enjoy every word guys, every sentence and cover of your book, because time is a nice thing to spend, but too precious to be counted, let the book goal be simple enjoyment and selfreflection, rather than Goodreads update on progress. Cheers people 🙂
by TheInVo