Well shit. My worst nightmare has come true. I always thought by putting a book down it meant you were done, you could walk away — maybe even throw it against a wall and just be done. Shoutout to Irving Stone.
Well Seneca, touché.
There is too much truth in this statement, especially in regards to travel. I've spent most of my young professional life living elsewhere. First in Japan, then Myanmar — and I always battled whether I benefitted from it. Japan was clear as a day, I came back a changed man, someone much more appreciative and overall more independent. I like to say that came from living in a 5x5 closet filled with cockroaches that somehow passed as a room. Myanmar was harder to draw a clear distinction but maybe because it is too recent (been back for one month now). Nonetheless, ideas and experiences need to be grown in a conducive environment.
To be active, and mindful within practices will dictate your level of comprehension. Unfortunately as Seneca puts it, everywhere really does mean nowhere. So next time we experience something, read something, or just do something — I don't know about you but I'll take a second to let it digest. I've begun the habit of noting particulars chapters within books that held a great impact to me. It's easier with business-practice, psychoanalysis and biographical books but I've been keeping a running tally of the authors I really know, I mean really know. That number currently remains shockingly low but my goal, in time, is to increase that number gradually.