From the past 3 years, or maybe forever, let’s say: Reading has been an on and off passion for me. There are times like now, where I can’t stand to have a book in my hands without getting distracted.
Life is difficult.
Reading and paying attention, in a world that denies that very action, is so difficult. If you’ve ever heard an avid bookworm say they’ve never struggled with “opening a book”, they’ve either got some great reads on or they’re lying. Because no way, buddy.. I have been reading since I could learn to read.
Only I found as I grow older, the more I lose interest in endless words. The technology is advancing around us, there are too many things to do than, ha — Reading a silly book. It would be pointless, right?
That’s a problem, no kidding. If I could go back to the days where reading was my favorite past-time, sitting alone at lunch tables in school, and getting lost in a book: I definitly would, okay? (besides the sitting alone)
There’s nothing more than that feeling being lost, missing..
But, things have changed. Nobody can say or pretend they haven’t. I lost my love for reading multiple times. For instance, I’m into watching Netflix shit nowadays, instead of turning pages.
All I can conclude is this: Whatever you’re doing or into, make sure it’s worth your time. Practice those skills you lost, from the pandemic or something elsewhere.
Don’t be scared to try again.
I would be fucking with you guys, alright? If I said I got back to loving the words after a week. It takes time, hard work, to get there. You just need a push. Hopefully, this one was it for you.
Anyways, ciao. I gotta get reading again. Best of luck :)
