Reading, and writing are the most significant inventions humanity ever created. We can share large amount of information in a very compact form, not only from generation to generation. But across centuries or even millenniums as well.
Yet I didn’t always liked to read much. I did liked short articles, tutorials on design and development. But not books, they weren’t my thing. Luckily over the years a small but persistent feeling started creeping on me, feeling of missing out on something great. I knew that back in the day I’ve enjoyed reading Lord of the Rings series. So I thought why not give it one more shot and read something new. I ordered Mastery. 318 pages long book, with letters written in every corner of the bloody thing. It was long, it took forever to read, but it was addicting. It served as a spark and ignited my reading habit.
Writing was a different story. Even back in high school, where we had to write essays in different literary styles. I wasn’t very interested in studying, but writing stuff wasn’t much of a problem. I didn’t care. I knew the only person who gets to read it would be my teacher. So it came naturally, I wrote whatever came to my mind and I loved it.
Books helped me to shape the way I think, and the person I am. And I will be forever grateful for that. Essentialism, Deep Work, How to Win Friends and Influence People, Sapiens, An Astronaut’s Guide to Life on Earth, Contagious, The laws of Power, Tribes, and The Power of Habit to name a few. They can help you explore and pursue different fields from the comfort of your sofa. You can start learning quantum mechanics instantly just by downloading a book about it from Amazon. The only limit is your willingness to do it.
But there is this one thing. The notion of somebody finding something I wrote valuable years after I wrote. It is as fantastic as crazy. So I’ve decided to write more, and do my part of sharing knowledge with others, and spread it as far and as much of it as I can. And I’m starting right here, right now, with my blog.