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I am no expert on how to read or what to read. But I am slowly learning that reading really changes our perspective towards the different aspects of life and lives. The place where I come from, lacks the reading culture; hence, children are not particularly motivated or inspired to read more; they are no told there are more books outside the school books. 

There is no doubt schools and colleges give us knowledge; knowledge to comprehend things and make inventions and create, but reading books outside the course gives one the perspective of the outside world. Reading makes us realize how tiny we are; how insignificant a single perspective is in a course. 

Reading has me realize, how hard it is write things; articulate your opinion and make sense out of it. I came to respect writers for their ideas, opinions and, try to write myself (even though I have no skill for it). Making sense out of articulations, properly citing reasonings, reading more enough to make sense out of own's ideas are essential for the future.

What kind of books we read, how much we spend on reading  and analyzing them defines what our future is going to be. In this world of 30 second of information and lack of imagination, reading could be the hardest thing one could pick up as a source of consumption but to run the world a short sighted analyzer is nowhere sufficient. I believe only a through reader, who understands the importance of ideas - who respects the time and effort of a thinker, a reader who has the capability to choose the appropriate books can only be the leader.

 

 

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