We encourage everybody that works with us to read and to learn, never stop and always look for new sources of knowledge.
We generally accept that attending a fitness class is good for us and that the frequency of partaking in such activities will determine the results we achieve.
Reading is the mental equivalent to physical exercise. If we are not prepared to determine what we feed our brain, it will have to subsist on "junk food" as in TV, media delivered messages or random sources in our environment.
This might not be all bad, providing consumption is in moderation, but leaves open the question as to what "healthy food" we are consuming to grow and expand our abilities and capacity.
You cannot loose weight when your friend goes on a diet and you cannot improve your knowledge and abilities by placing a book on the shelf.
The choice in life is simple, be a spectator or a participant. We become participants when we start applying what we learn, but learning without application creates spectators.
* "Wisdom is not wisdom when it is derived from books alone" - Horace
We know you can do it and once you acquire the habit of improving your mind you will never stop, it feels that good and it explains the old saying that nothing succeeds like success.
As a treat we have included a special verse for you today.
from Divine Songs for Children
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides and his shoulders and his heavy head.
"A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;"
Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number,
And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.
I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags;
And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs.
I made him a visit, still hoping to find
That he took better care for improving his mind:
He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking;
But scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.
Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me,"
This man's but a picture of what I might be:
But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding,
Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.