Since you have an average life span of 30000 days, you have to be selective in your decision. Just remind yourself that you cannot read every damn thing on earth, you cannot know about every damn thing on this planet. But the moment you expand your purview you got to know that there is immense possibility of knowing the source of every damn thing on this cosmos.
The knowledge which is the crux of everything should be the goal of a seeker, but what we are doing is squandering around its different manifestations. And in this process, we suddenly get lost. What I am seeing is the books torturing the human mind at every moment, reading has become merely a gymnastics of facts, collection of information and a matter of data storage only. There is no way to achieve the Truth, neither the reader has the longing towards the Truth.
The hunger of the stomach has wiped out the hunger for Truth. Without Truth what is the essence of mere papers compiled into a book, nothing but a mere collection of phrases and idioms organised to hypnotise the reader, keeping them aloof from the Truth? Without Wisdom, knowledge is even vindictive. I aspire to know the Truth of existence, rather than the phantasmagoric visual of this world.