A strange but great feeling

Today I don’t feel the same: I feel I don’t need much to be happy and ok. I don’t sense the need to check my phone as often or try to distract myself with things I don’t even want to watch.

The main reason is I found the pleasure of reading a book again. Physical, real paper books. I don’t have anything against using a tablet to read or the computer but somehow, this feels more intimate and less invasive.

I didn’t realize I needed this in my life. I also want to take my time reading them: I don’t see the need to go 3x the speed to finish it faster. I don’t want them to end, in fact.

It’s fascinating to think I’d want to take my time to assimilate new knowledge: normally, I’d be the first to ask to go faster and get to the point. Now? I just want to absorb as much as I can from what I have in front of me. I don’t want to simply accumulate knowledge. I want to understand it.

I’ll see how long it’ll last but for now, I enjoy every minute and I bring a book with me even when I go out now; just in case I have a minute to spare.

What do you find most enjoyable these days?