Reading is a great love of mine that I find I do not have as much time as I'd like to do and yet when I do find the time, I have hardly been able to finish a book. I know that may be hard to believe, but yes, it's true. I think I get distracted with too many other things and before I know it, I'm on to a new book I either heard about or someone suggested. And so it's gone, for years this has been my plight. I have often wondered how some get through book after book in effortless speed.
Additionally, I notice how I tend to read very slowly. I find that as I'm reading, if something sticks out or strikes me, I pause. Meditate. Absorb. I am enthralled by words and how they are used to express a thought. I become one with books especially when they draw me in. I love being alone with them. It's resembles a relationship. Me and the pages and nothing else matter.
But though that has been my past story, I am happy to announce that as of the last few months, I have finished two books of great length, one of over 500 pages and the other, over 200 pages. How could that possibly happen in only a few weeks when, for my whole life, finishing a book has been of an utmost struggle, requiring much focus, concentration and determination?
It was never a struggle for me to actually read per say. It has always been a struggle to stay with it, to push through to the end, to make it to the finish line of the epilogue. Solomon tells us in Ecclesiastes 7 starting at verse 8 that finishing is better than starting, which I find to be so true as it relates to books. I look forward to continuing this journey.