It’s hard for me to imagine reading so little. Reading is such an adventure in so many ways, who wouldn’t be tempted? My earliest memory of what I wanted, more than anything, was to learn to read. I even wished upon stars that I could read; my pre-kindergarten most desired and coveted golden accomplishment was to be able to read. I can remember going to sleep crying because I was having trouble learning the skill. I also remember that spectacular and triumphant moment when I finally achieved the ability to understand a group of letters. It was breathtaking! From that moment on, I had a book in my hand at every opportunity. I loved the stories; I loved the process that created feelings deep inside; the words that brought tears to my eyes; the phrases that inspired me to be a better person and those that helped me to understand others around me. Who wouldn’t want to open the door to such a vast depth of knowledge?
Some of the people I met tell me that they love to read, but have stopped. When I asked why, most said they are too busy to read anymore. Others say they will wait for the movie. I say, if you loved the movie, be sure to read the book, too.
Reading is much different than watching the movie. Books are more personal, a moment shared between just the author and the reader; a quiet time to pause and reflect on a sentence and to return again and again to a paragraph that inspired or touched somewhere within and possibly started a healing process.
I challenge people who love to read to start to read again, to set aside at least thirty minutes a day to read. I promise you’ll be glad you made that choice because a world of fulfillment will open and the enjoyment you remember will return. Why not bring delight into your world for thirty minutes a day? Read whatever you want, explore new things, pick up the old. The classics are still there and just as good as ever. In fact, there is a flood of good literature out there right now. Grab a book and read!
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