If you’ve known me from elementary and high school, you’ll know me as one of the people who enjoy reading. Whether it be fiction or fantasy, you’ll always find me holed up in the library. Heck, I was once even awarded “Top Library Book Borrower,” which I now realize is a stupid award but shows that they appreciated my dedication to books.
I remember staying up all night until I finished the whole book, driven by my desire to read “one more chapter.” I thought I’d need to wear glasses soon enough because of my nightly habits.
I remember reading The Three Musketeers with all its complicated words and needing a dictionary by my side to understand what was going on.
Or reading The Great Gatsby and found the ending weird because my young and innocent self cannot understand the moral of the story.
Or reading The Hunger Games before the movies made it mainstream.
And many other books that I truly enjoyed reading and felt like I was whisked away in their world to live out my fantasy. It was truly a memorable moment in my life.
Nowadays, I have a massive pile of books that I am yet to read. I am more of a ‘collector’ rather than a ‘reader.’ If my younger self saw me, she would be furious.
Gone are the days where I would relish in the countless chapters of whatever book I am reading; now, I’ll read a few chapters and call it a day. I wonder what happened to me.
If you are reading this [former self], please don’t let life get in the way of your passion for books. Don’t get too hooked on technology that you leave your books in the dust. Don’t let your hobby become a shadow of your former self.
