My Passion for Reading and its Contribution to My Personal Growth

My passion for extensive and penetrative rendering has unequivocally confirmed the truth of a statement once do by the 18th century French Philosopher, Dennis Digerot, Only passions, great passions idler elevate the soul to great things. My soul, not and my intellect, has indeed been delegate to greatnessI began cultivating a tuition material culture at the mount up of four, in my Nursery-school days because I appreciated the teachings of my parents and teachers regarding the treasures hidden in the cultivation culture. Thus I read whatever I could find that caught my fancy.But reading whatever caught my fancy soon gave way to a discriminatory reading habit, because against the moral sense of decency and progressiveness which I owe to my upbringing, I weighed and sifted both idea I came upon.My selection of books soon narrowed to national newspapers, academic literature, poetry and dramatic literature as well as industrial plant of political and academic critics.Customaril y, I read these selections not as subject matter to an end but as a matter of personal absorb in the ideas and information they offered. For instance, I did not read academic books merely to pass my exams but tried to unearth the eye-opening ideas they contained, the sophistication to which they drew attention, and the civilization in mind and in character they recommended.Today, I have a celebrated sense of intellectual discrimination I know my rights from my wrongs I have a discerning sense of beauty and appreciation in matters of morals, fashion, arts and literature I have a mind self-sustaining enough to have an uninfluenced say in nearly whatever matter. I feel my intellect and my soul unfold to the academic and ghostlike promise of their individuality