I practically learned this world from books. My parents didn’t teach me too much things substantial, except to not break rules, to not be corrupt, and to be decent to others, which I guess are unbelievably substantial. But I learned about the science of happiness from Psychologists, the ways of American mannerism from books, and the many histories of this scarred nation also from books. Books are my soul and blood, my sources of not only knowledge, but ways of living and advises of action.
At some point, though, I must have gotten sick of absorbing information, but never experiencing them. And I realizes today, that I need to stop reading, and start experiencing – all the triumphs and failures that have made me cry in books – I want to experience them first hand. Right now.
