I wish I could read more—just here and there.
Not just in a heavy, scheduled way. Just small moments. A few pages while waiting. A paragraph before sleep. A quick idea picked up and carried into the day.

Reading, for me, isn’t just about finishing books fast. It’s about staying in touch with thought. It sharpens how I see things, how I write, and how I understand myself. Even a little bit goes a long way.
Lately, I’ve realized it’s not about finding more time—it’s about noticing the time that already exists. Those small gaps are enough.
So now, I’m aiming for simple: read a little, when I can, where I am. Till next time.
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