In the past 3 years, I have probably read 4 books. Thousands of articles and online magazines but only 4 books.
I used to love reading. Touching the paper, the unmistakable smell of
new pages. I used to love drinking some tea while reading. I used to read at school, in the bus, at home, in bed, even on the toilet. Reading was part of me and my daily life.
I was mostly attracted by fantasy books, which later became travel books and whatever I found appealing.
These days, I can’t find the time. I do other things instead of reading. I watch YouTube videos, I scroll through Instagram, I read some online stuff and I am really not happy about it.