Unfolding

Since when was the last time that I opened a book or a pdf file out of free choice to read? Even if I were to read what I want to read, but the wanting was more of coercion of circumstances rather than that volition to actually read. It has all too become forced, routine and a false but practical association to survival. I have become a knowledge processor and just like a machine I need the appropriate inputs in order for me dispense necessary outputs. Consider me a pedagogical machine. Teaching has been one of the jobs that demands to bring home the job itself. I sometimes envy my wife for not bringing any of her job at home. But mine, before I sleep at night and or when I arrive at home I am always thinking of what I am to do tomorrow and what I am to read and what are plans in order to make tomorrow happen. I love the job, but as time went by, it became all too draining as it saps the very luxury there is to reading. Reading and or studying has become a means for survival and here