Free reading means you read no matter what. You see a title that mildly intrigues you, you get your hands on it, and you read. Either you enjoy the experience, slowly cultivating feelings for it, actually finish it and feel all satisfied, or you don’t enjoy it, feel no obligation to continue, drop it and move on to the next one. Either way it is up to you. You are one free mind wandering in the magnificent universe of intellect.
Reading is not learning rocket science nor humanity’s great leap to civilisation. It is not learning to think, speak, or act in ways that feel uneasy for you, which guarantees only failure instead of the big ugly promised “success” that make its way to the book cover. It is not fitting yourself into the oversized shoes of the inflated personalities who claim they have conquered the world and now you can do the same. It is not still chasing after and worshipping the great names－even if they really are great, sometimes. It is just reading－a fine personal experience you are entitled to. And one we so often allow parents/school/society/the government/marketing hype/our ego cloud our perspectives, days by days, months by months, and years by years－to the extent that our souls feel tricked and trapped and refuse to continue.
Free reading is an adventure, a detour, a journey, a reincarnation with no set rules or destinations－and no maps. You are the adventurer, the traveller, the captain, the master, the protagonist, the anything you can be. You decide which paths to walk at crossroads, not knowing the consequences and paths at the end of the paths that lead you to still other paths. Your decisions will make all the differences. When you look back you will be surprised, dumbfounded, or amazed. Yet for all reincarnations you have no remorse. You are the free mind, free man－the free reader that adds up along the way.