I am actually beginning to miss spending time at my favorite library. The one with the old, dark wooden walls, smelling of ancient books that are covered in golden ornaments. Books so old that they look like they are about to fall apart anytime and that have to be handled in a way that gems are handled, using soft microfiber gloves.
People, usually students like myself, go there to do their chores.When I glance over at their books I am surprised by the multitude of the subject being studied. ( It's everything form geology to theater studies). I wonder how on earth I came to choose my rather ordinary profession. I realize now that life is to short to learn everything I want to, not to mention that it's way to short to chase profits for the sake of it.