Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Slow reader, Fast walker

Its unlucky that I'm a fast walker, but a slow reader. Books could've been much cheaper an indulgence than traveling, you know. I love getting lost; mountain trails and fictional worlds, are two of the best places to get lost in. But while the travel - and all the associated dreaming and planning involved - has destroyed my finances (my cash flow stream is a horror) and my profession (i've not yet matured to the concept of employment), book reading tends to make it light for you.

I wouldn't have spent on books in three years what I spent last winter on a single trek. Books, moreover, are a solo thing... you find one to read, you read it - there is no need to be chasing others to come read it with you, or settling on a date 2 months in advance for a reading session. Books don't require so many roles as trekking does - that of a salesman (for adventure), a beggar, a travel planner, a manager, a fixer, a passionate fool. Most importantly, books can be done in parts; travel cannot - not unless teleportation is invented.

Book-reading, however, is also a reflection on the nature of the people who stick to it: people who are always short on time, people who want to manage their life better (for the sake of what?), people who juggle with partial commitments (ever thought of a trek as a commitment, much like how parenting is?), lazy people, idealist people, conservative people. The "lazy" could also mean lazy enough to find satisfaction in another's description, experience, imagination, or opinion; travel, on the other hand, is one's own - you can't really find help with any philosophies or opinions when running into a herd of yaks or slipping on a glacier.

"There's more in a mile than in a 100 pages of a book", somebody famous said it on Discovery Channel, yo.

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