I thought about the people in the past, and that it would have sucked to be born back then, because my favorite books would not have been written yet. But then I think about the next 100 years after my death, and how many more books will be written, and how many of those will be great stories that I would have loved to read. And even more will be written in the centuries that follow after that. So much I will miss out on.
However, I have stopped worrying about these things. I have accepted that I will never read all the books I would like. I’m 35 and have read a little over 300 books. I read about 12-15 books a year. So if I turn 78, I’ll have read 645 more books, 945 books in total in my life, not even 1000 books. And that’s fine. Even if I read 4600 books (and even if those are all great books, which they will likely not be), in the far future that will probably only be a tiny percent of all the great literature.
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