I Thought I Hated Reading.
Looking back, I just hadn’t become the person who needed books.
I didn’t read a single book until I was twenty.
Not because I couldn’t.
Because I thought books were boring.
School had taught me that reading meant assignments, summaries, and exams.
So after graduating...
I never touched another one.
I didn’t think I was missing anything.
Then my life stopped making sense.
My first relationship ended.
I felt stuck.
Not just emotionally.
Personally.
Professionally.
I had achieved my dream of becoming a gaming YouTuber.
Yet something inside me felt unfinished.
For the first time, I started asking questions I’d spent years avoiding.
Who am I becoming?
Where is this life actually taking me?
One decision changed everything.
I watched a video about becoming the future version of yourself.
Something about it stayed with me.
I imagined the person I wanted to become.
He read books.
He played the piano.
He communicated well.
He was constantly learning.
That night I made a decision.
Not to read more books.
To become someone different.
Reading stopped feeling difficult.
People often ask how I became disciplined.
The truth is...
Reading didn’t become easier because my attention span changed.
It became easier because my identity changed.
Readers read.
Writers write.
Musicians practice.
Not because they force themselves.
Because that’s simply who they are.
Books didn’t give me new ideas.
They helped me recognize old ones.
Every great book I’ve read has given me the same strange feeling.
Not,
I’ve never thought about that before.
But,
I’ve always believed that.
I just couldn’t put it into words.
Books didn’t replace my thinking.
They clarified it.
Looking back
For years I thought I needed motivation.
I thought I needed discipline.
Now I think I needed a reason.
The moment I became someone who needed knowledge...
Books stopped feeling like work.
Sometimes the hardest habit isn’t the habit itself.
It’s becoming the kind of person for whom that habit makes sense.