Many see us as odd. That’s fair. We love the company of fictitious people, improbable adventures, and thoughtful books on a cold night. Scratch that—we like our books at all times of the day, hot or cold. A bookworm is a unique person. We can sit for hours in complete bliss, something that is hard for many to understand. Last year, I went golfing with a group of guys and was paired with a gentleman who gawked when he found out that I read.
“How can you possibly read?” he asked. “There are so many other things I would rather do with my time.”
I smiled, knowing that soon enough, the golf game would end, and I would return home to my reading room. The books never judge me; they’re always ready for anything I ask of them, and they make me happy. I may be odd to most of the world, but yes, I would rather be with my books than jumping out of airplanes, playing a round of golf, or going on a hike.
So, sue me.
Until tomorrow, read slowly – take notes – apply the ideas.
-Eddy
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