Reading

Reading can develop into an odd habit.  I set page-per-day/session goals and compile lists of books that I should read.  And the temptation arises to read for the sake of simply being able to know and say that I read.  But what does it matter how quickly I read if pages are remembered as a blur-  as a passings-by of that which was only potentially inspiring and merely theoretically informing?  I have been learning to take however much time it takes to truly read.  If I zone out and find that I've scanned the last page, then it is back to the beginning of the page for me.  I am not ashamed of reading slowly, or progressing steadily.  Is there shame in education, in patience, in follow-through?  Ha! how foolish it would be to exert a shallow mentality, to labor my time, for such a thin, useless study- empty credentials and a hollow sense of accomplishment!

And a shame it would be if I were content that this insight should remain only in the realm of reading.  Life, in all of its aspects, is so easily trampled and overlooked.  There are roses to be smelled.

-Lumen