I have been reading, continuously, for almost 30 years. There have been some lulls in the journey, but I don’t think I have ever gone a full year without reading a book.
I’m certain you’ve heard about the ego. The voice in your head. The one that tells you to do this but not that, that you are this but not that, that you should be better, smarter, wiser, more physically fit.
We all read for different reasons. For some, literature is an escape, a set of destinations bound to be discovered, and akin to reality, understood and appreciated in manifold ways. For others, reading is an exercise, the means to an end of mental expansion and enhanced self-worth.