I used to go around and ask every smart person I met—even emailing important people I didn’t know— “What books do you recommend to a kid like me?”
There’s something for you. It’s right around you.
It takes a somewhat deranged type of person to sit down and read a thousand pages of something just for the fun of it.
For me, this year was filled with what one might called “cautionary biographies”—bios of people you don’t want to end up like.
What do most of us do? We do it…later. Or more simply, we just don’t do it right now—because we can do it later.
Let’s exchange—as Jack London put it—the best that is within us. Let’s not let controlling, obnoxious, or petty people determine what is “proper” for us to talk about.
No wonder we are stressed. No wonder we are so busy.
Multi scire volunt sed vere discere nolunt (many want to know but in fact they refuse to learn).
Believe me, it’d be nice if it worked out that way. I’d love to have a badass epiphany. Wouldn’t you?
Like every kid, I was forced to read Fahrenheit 451 in high school.