Inspired

What would it mean if I wasn't inspired by a book? It might mean that I don't read much, which is true in my case, but I am speaking of its meaning in a broader sense. Am I not smart? Inefficiently educated? Lesser than my ancestors?

I wonder what people would have done one hundred years ago if there was something else to do besides reading books. I've grown up in an age where books are not the only way to express ideas or learn useful information. I can go on the Internet and search some one's You tube video, or find some one's blog about any topic I can think of.

To be honest, I have never been inspired by a book, but I freely admit that I haven't read enough books to say that I would never be inspired by one. Sometimes I like to read, but I use it for entertainment rather than a way to soak up useful, real-world information. It's probably true that I don't know as much as I should, but I know enough to survive the everyday life that I live. If I am required to know more, than I will do so.

I sometimes think that in the past, people who had nothing to assure their future security looked to books to teach them something they didn't already know. Maybe I don't need to do that anymore, or at least I don't feel threatened enough by society that I feel like I have to. Perhaps technology has become advanced enough that I can sufficiently know what I need to without reading books. I've gotten my most valuable, life-long lessons from essays and philosophical discussions. I'm not saying that I don't need to read books, but I am suggesting that perhaps there are other ways for us to obtain the crucial, real-life knowledge that we all require to survive.