The weather is gradually warming up now. I used to keep the house boiler on high because of the cold, but now I can open the windows for fresh air. I see more people outside, often noticing those exercising near my home. It seems the time has come for me to slowly start exercising too.
There’s a library right next to my house. Of course, I still can’t speak properly, but I see many people who visit my home reading books. Lately, I’ve been thinking, ‘Even though I’m injured, how wonderful would it be if I could slowly read books like this?’ I used to read a lot. When I was working, I didn’t have time for books, but now I think it would be truly great if I could study by reading.
But the reality is different. I literally can’t read books at all. I’ve prepared to read several times, but I just couldn’t do it. The fact that I can’t read was utterly absurd. I never imagined I wouldn’t be able to read for the rest of my life. It’s truly an incredible thing. ‘Wow… I’ve become unable to read… Wow… it’s truly unbelievable…’ I get lost in thoughts like these.
I recall something my old professors used to say: ‘When you get old, there will come a time when you can’t read books.’ It’s so disheartening to think that I can’t read now. Of course, I believe my mind will gradually improve. But I don’t know when my body will be completely well. I should ask the Samsung Hospital professor at my next appointment when I might be able to read books again.