Now I can tell you a lot of things about the importance of reading books. It’s simply because I’ve read a certain amount of books for now. Before reading, I had no idea how to get smart. The easiest way to get smart (in a serious meaning) is just reading books written by really smart authors. It must be difficult to try to bite such an hard stuff because you had enjoyed chewing marshmallow thing so far. But then, you’ve got a word that can describe your world more vivid and concrete. You can get a new language or colors to describe your view. If you didn’t read books, no matter how you try to think of something deeply, the depth of your thoughts can be a puddle’s one. However, reading books can bring you to the real depth.
There is a quote which I already forgot who said though, I really like. It goes like “When you are reading books, you are ultimately reading yourself”. Reading ability of a passage or article can be measured by certain tests, but how about reading ability of life? Reading books can definitely brush up your skill of reading a real life situation with cool head. Of course, there would be a side effect of reading books. One would be like you would feel lonely when you are reading. Or you would think too much about the world. However, still the benefit of reading books would absolutely outweigh the minor impacts of it.
I’ve loved books for almost ten years now (from 18 to 28). I sometimes thought, if I could find myself as a bookworm when I was a child, I can be a fresh writer around my age. But, people have their own time zones, right? Comparing yourself with others can be insulting your self (maybe said by Bill Gates?). So, I never compare. I just compare myself with past myself. Anyway, I have been very interested writing something for almost ten years (weird coincidence, huh?). So, I try to write as much as I can these days. At my workplace, I write a kind of newsletter, or any documents. At home, I write Japanese diary or this English blog. I wish someday I can live with writing for somebody not only in Japanese and English.
So, now is the time of winter vacation to me, and that simply means I have a lot of time to read books. This is one of the best imaginable luxury; spending all the time for reading books. However, some people have already mentioned, book has a negative side effect as there are no vaccine that never cause any side effect (Anyway, the both are artificial). For example, reading too much makes your character a bit depressive and actually, you get depressed or rather makes you physically and psychologically indoor person.
Why if you work out too much and you don’t get depressed but reading too much? This question seems a bit deep to me. To keep the balance, you have to workout before you hurt your back due to too much reading on the sofa. I should workout. Since the world is much colder these days (I live in one of the coldest prefecture in Japan), I totally don’t feel like jogging outside. There are no kendo practice during this new year holidays. Excuse and excuse. I know, I know. I know I just do the push ups right away, but I am too lazy to put a book aside and do this. But, today…
Writing this article in the midnight makes my eyes really getting heavy. Days are unknown. Coming back to my house, I unconsciously found myself try to clean up one of my rooms which is known as the “chamber of secrets”, where is just a room filled with books I forgot to read. One of the main reasons why I can’t save money is not the cost of owning sports car, but the cost of buying too many books. I don’t know but I’ve bought crazy amount of books so far even I haven’t finished read the most of those books. But, owning books matters to me. Actually, it mattered.
Since I’m becoming boring adult, it is a destiny to say good bye to the books which seems impossible to read with my left relaxing time. So, I said, goodbye. I put books in the cardboards and send the request email to the online secondhand book shop to come and pick my books. I know they are gonna buy with really cheap price. But, it’s ok now.
And now, it is 12:30 am. It took about 3 hours to finish to put the room in order. Finishing clearing up, I somehow feels like my realm of unconscious is also put in order. The funny and metaphorical part of that work was throwing many things away. There was “The Game of Life” in the room. My ex-girlfriend really loved the game, so I ordered it on Amazon about a year ago. Now she has gone, so there seems no reason to keep it in my house. Then, I broke the board game into pieces to put in a garbage bag. I tear the huge box written “LIFE” with a big capital letters. There were fake moneys, card of many occupation with their yearly salary. And I broke everything. I felt like I put disorder in the life. I felt somehow so happy. Anyway, I’ll hit the sack…