There was an investor who became famous and no longer had to worry about money. After he chose to bid farewell to the bustling Wall Street, he returned to his hometown and hired workers to build a house - a small cabin. The construction period in Manhattan only took less than two weeks, but he and the workers worked every day.

I spent the afternoon working and drinking beer, and by the time the house was completed, two years had passed.

There is also a story that Americans like to read newspapers while eating breakfast, while their British cousins ??like to sit down and read newspapers after breakfast.

The former laughed at the latter for wasting time, and the latter also laughed and argued: "But I didn't waste my life." When I first read this paragraph, I was so shocked and delighted that I forgot that there is also the sentence "A waste of time is a waste of life."

It’s an ancient saying. I didn’t think of such a saying until I was writing the topic today.

Why do we always envy those po owners who make beautiful dishes, delicious meals, and are exquisite in every aspect of their lives?

Probably because we always have the first reaction of "I don't have time", which leads to a gap between what we yearn for and what we can't achieve.

But in fact, in my opinion, the phrase "no time" or this excuse is bullshit in most cases (80%, probably).

We would rather choose shallow live broadcast programs, popular TV series, funny videos one after another, and other pan-entertainment methods to slowly kill our lives.

For example, if I have time after a meal, I will be bored and browse all the information sources on all major platforms, and even randomly search for historical news in the official accounts I follow, but I am not willing to spend too much time on chopping vegetables and seasoning.

Spend those extra few hundred seconds?

First, light the fire, pour in the oil, cut the vegetables randomly while the pot is heating, pour them into the pot and stir-fry for a few times. Suddenly, I remember that there are some ingredients that I haven't put in, so I turn the heat down, and hurriedly move them aside to make up for them.

Add ingredients.

The euphemistic saying is that it performs several processes at the same time, saving time, but the price is that you can't satisfy your taste buds when you eat it. When you are lucky, the taste is acceptable; when you are unlucky, it doesn't hurt, because my attention is anyway.

On the American TV series in front of me.

Even if the ingredients are rich and the oil and salt are all available, can I feel the happiness that food can bring us? If you reading this article also have this habit and you are aware of this problem, relax, I want to say

,You are not alone.

Some people say that food and love are the only things in life that cannot be lived up to. If I say that, I would also add reading.

I have been reflecting on myself recently, why do we study now?

The standard I set for myself some time ago was to read for the purpose of "sufficient output level", but it wasn't until I heard this sentence from a doctor present in Beijing last week: "Reading itself is actually an experience.

” Then I realized why I always either wandered away from the text of the original novel, or I just felt uninterested after reading practical books.

I once reflected that my choice of books was too utilitarian. A classmate comforted me, "It's nothing, just ask for what you need." But are the needs I set for myself really what I want?

He outputs for the sake of output, thinking that in this way he can be forced to input, he can dismantle books for others, and he can be responsible for reading and making knowledge service products.

Read the table of contents, grasp the main point, skip reading, count lines at a glance... I am familiar with these speed skills. Indeed, it does not take more than two hours for me to read a best-selling/practical book of normal thickness, and I can even draw pictures quickly.

Create a decent mind map.

But so what? Is there any experience for me in reading?

We gave up the interaction with the author, and gave up the matching and perception of the information in the book and the outside world. Even if it is output in the end, it will be someone else's thing, or something made for someone else.

When I was a child, when I read almost all books except textbooks, my dad would always tell me, "Reading the leisure books after you have finished your homework." (Although in most cases it was when the homework was not finished), so that sometimes

Until recently, I thought reading novels was, to some extent, a waste of time.

But now, I have just realized that even though it takes us some extra time and requires more of our energy, it is by no means a waste of life.