Is it enough to let the eyes skim the page,
To count the words like stars in a cage?
To say “I’ve read” and pass along,
While meaning fades like a forgotten song?
Reading is not just ink and air,
Not just the weight of facts laid bare.
It’s stepping into thought’s quiet hall,
Where questions echo, and meanings call.
Observation may grant you sight,
A glimpse of truth in borrowed light.
But understanding lights the fire,
Turns cold recall to soul’s desire.
In schools we learn to fill the test,
To chase the grade, outscore the rest
But who will teach the heart to see
What all these numbers mean to me?
To read is more than moving eyes,
It’s letting words inside arise.
It’s asking “Why?” and “What comes next?”
It’s living with the living text.
So read, yes
but read to feel.
Read to shatter, bend, and heal.
For the deepest truths are not just scanned.
They’re held, they’re lived,
they’re understood,
they’re planned.
Enjoy the delight.