I think the wisdom of reading is never about quantity. But about the impact writings have on our consciousness. And sometimes it takes a while for words to sink in. To make sense.
There days, I came across the overwhelming truth behind something a wise man once wrote about mirroring our life every morning and telling yourself: „If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I’m about to do today? If the answer has been, “no” for too many days in a row, I need to change something.” You can find out more about this here.
I have a great passion about reading and one of the cathegories of literature that touches me in a profound way is that of memoirs and storytelling of the Second World War. Anne Frank’s journal, The book thief, The boy in the stripped pijamas, All the light we cannot see, they all thell impactuful stories of people finding hope and strenght in what matters most to them, in the middle of horrifying life scenarios. Love, passion, belief, friendship, purpose, they are the pathway to a strong vision of our future that keeps us going. Just surving to see days go by is not enough. Not on the long run, anyways.
Start looking in the mirror everyday ans asking yourself how much of what you have to do today is part of your life vision. If it all became a routine that keeps the time passing, the bills paid, other people safe or happy but it makes very little semse to you, stop. Otherwise, you will fade away.