Giving up on a book
Life is so short that it’s not really worth giving up your time on something you don’t enjoy. Big statement, I know, and this doesn’t apply to things you really have no choice in (such as being able to afford to live). Thought I’d narrow the scope and restrict it to books.
I’ve been trying really hard to enjoy The Count of Monte Cristo, and the first 200 pages or so were excellent, but somewhere afterwards I was disappointed by the shift in focus, and thought that the French aristocracy really did have the mercy of time and leisure in how long it took for them to receive their comeuppance.
And while I regret putting it down and not finishing it, I will be at least content with taking away a few pieces of wisdom as I move on in life and pick up the kind of literature that truly does engage me. Like I said, the book wasn’t worth it.
“For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.”
I hope to not need to speak about this again.