I am often asked why I read so much, spending hours at a time sitting on a couch and staring at my Kindle. To them I say, a good story is immeasurably valuable. Through written word I’ve seen the denunciation, proclamation, murder, and ascension of Gods. I’ve experienced the strife of seeing one’s people murdered and the joy of being reunited with a loved one. Books have allowed me to glimpse the complexity of leadership, the psychology of the follower, and the dark side of ideals.
You might say that most of what’s written is merely speculation and that it’s prone to exaggeration or simply false. I tend to agree. But it’s not about what is written on the page per se, rather the concepts and ideals cleverly squeezed between the lines. Reading a book simply for its content is much like watching a movie – entertaining, but finished before bed time. Reading a book for its values, arguments, and perspectives, on the other hand, is a pursuit that awards you with ideas that meld with your dreams long into the future.
It’s a common saying that most people lead a single life, but those that read live thousands. Why do I read? Because if I’m only given one life, I’d like to live as many lives as I can in the one I’m given.