Thursday, June 07, 2012
Why rush to The End?
Periodically I find myself wishing for an environment without television, without computer, with barely a radio. Just nature. Just my own thoughts. Maybe I'm living in the wrong time period, but what happened to savoring each moment - the here and now - without the push and shove to complete way more tasks than we could ever complete?
And we find ourselves writing and reading like that. Yes, this post is for everyone out there - the creators of words and the word gobblers. The givers and the takers. Those who build worlds and those who enjoy the fruits of that labor.
Why rush to THE END?
Writing and reading a book ought to be like life. We should open a page and bask in it. As if it's the only book we'll ever hold. It's how we used to read, back before electronics and make-believe, self-imposed, ridiculously designed goals consumed us.
Rushing to read 50 books in a year. Running to write a book in three months. Fighting to throw up five e-books on Amazon to make bucks. Slow down!
Read so that it sticks with you. Read so that you can recant important, smartly-written lines to your friends.
Write so that each word is gold, earning its place on the page, as if it's the last page you'll ever create.
What we do with ardent, deliberate intent means more, leaving us with a deeper memory of the experience. Let books become a part of our being, not some paper cup we drank out of for a while.
Enjoy slowly. Make it last.