When was the last time you read a book? Or, for you non-book readers out there, read any kind of publication at all?
Chances are, you’ve been reading since the day you learned to read – and even now you’re reading this! You may even frequent Facebook – catching up on your friends’ Facebook posts, or read news articles and press releases, food labels, magazines, etc.
Reading has become a necessary form of communication and a habit many of us share, and justly so! Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body and so there are countless benefits we receive the more we read. In a world of omnipresent screens, it can be easy to forget the simple pleasure of curling up with a good book. But the truth is that reading books can be more than entertainment.
It can be the most effective way to overcome stress, beating out old favorites such as listening to music, enjoying a cup of tea or coffee and even taking a walk. It doesn’t matter what book you read, by losing yourself in a thoroughly engrossing book you can escape from the worries and stresses of the everyday world and spend a while exploring the domain of the author’s imagination.
As young children our minds are fed with stories and information, but sadly as we become adults, we far too often neglect one of the most important tools in life. Reading is the best way to improve your mind and if you want to get smart and stay smart so you can have the edge over the average person you will need to learn new things and reading is one of the best ways to learn and expand your knowledge as the man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read as books are the training weights of the mind as it keeps your brain in shape even when you reach old age.
In front of what I see and what I hear nowadays from what is being broadcasted and from all the brutality that we face I would remain insisting on books not weapons. We are all created the same in every aspect of creation. We are created physically involving the same features. We are all made with that specific organ that gives life to every other organ and the source of compassion which is not only a relationship between the healer and the wounded but a relationship between equals and it only becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.
That is why I believe that every combatant enters a battle gravely, with sorrow and great compassion, as if he were attending a funeral. He doesn’t wish them personal harm nor does he rejoice in victory.
How could he rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men? It is not the dead rather the ones who lives through war have seen the dreadful end of the war, some might have been victorious, unwounded but deep within them, they carry the mark of the war, they carry the memories of war, the time they have spent with their comrades, the times when they had to dig in to foxholes to avoid shelling, the times when they hate to see their comrade down on the ground, feeling of despair, atrocities of the war, missing families, home.
They live through hell and often the most wounded, they live with the guilt, despair, of being in the war, they may be happy but deep down they are a different person. Not everyone becomes a hero. They live with the moments, time when they were unsuccessful, when their actions would have helped their comrades, when their actions get their comrades killed, they live with regret, joyous in the victory can never help them forget the time they have spent.