I want to sit down and read just for the sake of reading. I don’t want to do it because I get to add the title to my portfolio of things I have consumed. I don’t want to rush through a story just so it can be scratched off of a list. I don’t want to recite what I have learned to act like I understand something new. I want to understand because I am curious, not because it will make me sound smarter in a conversation. I want to be. I want to be. I want to enjoy. I just want to be. How did I forget to do things purely out of wanting to do them, why is there always an ulterior motive? I don’t want to have an explanation of why I do things anymore. How can I learn to enjoy again? Isn’t enjoyment and pleasure a reason enough?







