I’m not much of an avid reader, but I realized something
about myself this very day. I realized that I do not love to read because of
the mere act of doing it, but I love the new insights I receive. Books carry
you on a trip to anywhere! I was born with a vibrant imagination, and I think
this is why I’m fascinated with words, and is interested in the art of crafting
literary works.
I have a collection of encyclopedias in my room. Growing up,
I was surrounded with books; hence I became aware of their importance and
wonder. That collection gave me a good start for my preschool days up to
elementary. Unfortunately, the spree ended when I was in 4th grade.
Those were the times when I was driven by the writing spirit. I discovered the
thrill of letting other people read the silly stories I wrote. Their reactions
were interesting to watch, and I felt the fuzzy feelings one could get if
someone actually liked something you created.
But anyway, I am trying to get my reading spree back. Those
encyclopedia collections I have? I haven’t finished reading them yet. My goal
is to fully explore it by the end of summer.
What’s in it for the Nothingale? A lot, actually. For me,
reading can be a powerhouse for inspiration. At the end of every passage, my
mind savors the new knowledge like a piece of candy. From there, new wonders
burst like geysers.
A while ago, I realized something else in my personal self.
Reading actually relaxes me.
So, yay! Plenty of stuff for this bird to sing about! (Or
let’s say, rant about)
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Do you also like to read, flock mates? What do you think of
encyclopedias?
Never stop the thirst for learning ~
