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Since I learned to read I was reading books passionately: in a classroom, in a bus, in a toilet, under the bed sheet, while eating – simply everywhere and at any time. Once I tried to count the numbers and came to the 3.000 books that I swallowed in my childhood and youth. Till I got 21.
And then I stopped. Suddenly I realised that I am so fed up with that kind of dead knowledge and someone else’s experiences, someone else’s theories and ideas… I just could not read any more. After graduating from my University where I ought to read all the so called “golden World literature” (which I enjoyed a lot), I probably reached the limit of my braid-load. I had no desire whatsoever to read a book – and that for many years to come.
Recently I started reading one or two books a year, but this is really nothing. And even if I know that there are plenty of good books out there, I just can not force myself to spend my precious time on reading them. Why? Through some introspection I came to a clear conclusion:
- Books are valuable source of knowledge but it is not the first-hand knowledge, for it is served through the perception of the author
- One can never become wise from the experiences of others – even form the best depicted
- At the most I can enjoy the beauty of the author’s language but this is exceptionally rare
- If I need some information (which I do need, as I love to watch the world changing, to watch all the trends and new phenomena) – I prefer Internet or scientific magazines (online or printed)
- And somehow I have a feeling that most of the literature is not any more suitable for the new generations to come: too much hate, depressions, aggressions, jealousy, greed… If people will not stop writing or reading about it – why would it all stop?
Surprisingly, even in the age of Internet reading books has its magic attraction and many people still adore and love it. They must have their good reasons for that. But I wonder why so many of us keep quotation this author, that author, keep referring to this book or that book – and never say what THEIR own experience is???
I feel that the time has come for all of us to make our own experiences and stand behind them.
To enjoy the life as it is and to look for the answers inside ourselves. Not in the books. Just to look inside.
P.S I wonder if any of you have made the same experience with book-reading? Thanks!