The book of life

We all get stuck in certain books. Sometimes, it’s hard to get through a chapter, so we linger too long reading and rereading a paragraph to make sense of it all.

Maybe we feel obligated to finish the book, so we park it for a day until we return later to try it again. Is it time to trade the book for something else, or are we better off continuing to plow through its pedantic pages? Maybe we keep slamming our eyes onto the page, hoping to get through it like it is some obligatory chore that we need to complete.

And there we are, stuck in the middle of a book, and we see no beginning or end, just a bunch of scrambled letters. So we’re tempted to stay and make sense of it. Sometimes, the book is one run-on sentence, and we hope to find some meaning in its text. So we hang in there and try to concentrate.

What is the solution? Hang in there and make the best of a bad book? Switch to something easy and avoid the struggle with parts that might be more of a challenge? The book may be thick. The pages may seem arduous, and the print might be too small. By staying, do we eventually get through it? Maybe you will be better off if you try. And maybe the next book will be a little bit more pleasant. Perhaps it will be a best-seller and something we will want to read and reread.

But not every book is the best seller. Some are trash. Some are beneath your intelligence. Some may be romance, adventure, or mysteries, but you learn something from every book you read.