The only right way - Vadim Platun

version of another, no less outstanding writer. But what is the greatness of all these outstanding people? The fact that they have never understood anything? In any case, one of them is wrong, because there are no two truths. So in a conversation with my friend, he told me that he had spent half his life, an enormous amount of strength and energy, studying all those tons of books. Now, looking back, he said that he does not understand where he got so much desire and energy to study and delve into all this for eight, ten hours a day.

What was the point of our conversation? He said that he did not regret the time he had spent. On the contrary, he had come to ideal, exhaustive conclusions that freed him once and for all from false ideals and the captivity of human thought. We finally agreed that neither philosophy, nor literature, nor wise men, scientists, or anyone else has the answers to the elementary but most important questions. None of them knows what the soul is, who we are, where we come from, where we are going, how we should live, what our happiness is, what is good, what is bad, what is death, what is after death, they know nothing at all. So what is their greatness? If their greatness is that they have spent their whole lives searching for answers and have not found them, then I would agree. Or maybe they are considered great because those around them think they are great? That's more likely. But none of these greats know absolutely nothing about the nature and essence of the soul, the laws of the Universe, none of them, least of all Robert Kiyosaki. Besides, none of them even came close to figuring it out. The problem is not that all writers are so stupid and some are smart, no. The problem is that even if they were a thousand times smarter and tried for millions of years, they would still not be able to comprehend with their minds what is beyond the mind, beyond the human mind, beyond the material world, beyond our universe. All that people and writers can have are opinions, but no reliable knowledge about the soul, death, and the meaning of life. It turns out that we spend a lot of time with the opinions of people, ordinary people, and mortals like any of us.

So why do we read so much and study so much? School, then university more. Tons of information, thousands of books. Great names and the desire to study their works. However, there is very little useful knowledge in these works. And why do you need knowledge if it will never be useful to you in your life, or if it will be useful, but it will not benefit you or society? If we understand which science and which knowledge has the greatest and most useful impact on our lives and the world around us, then we will understand which knowledge is most useful and paramount to study. So the greatest influence on us and the world around us is only the Source, the Creator of everything. So what kind of knowledge are you seeking, who or what do you want to know about? There is no knowledge more useful and important than the knowledge of our Creator. His Word — the Scriptures — is the most precious thing that mankind has. I am not saying that other knowledge is not needed, only that it must be secondary, but also applicable to life, otherwise what is it for?

Every education begins with the ability to read and write. These are the basic skills of a modern person. Reading is a basic, fundamental tool for self-education, on par with communication. It must be used to acquire a sharp mind capable of always seeing the truth, of discerning what is right and what is wrong.

Since my childhood, I was not very fond of reading. I read all the books and works in school in a shortened version. Maybe it was because I did not like reading. It takes a lot of time. And I was a very active child, very fond of movement and sports. And all my free time I wanted to play soccer until late at night, ride my bike, climb trees, and play with my dog (we had a dog of the breed "boxer" — it was a friend of my childhood and I loved him very much) and just communicate, play with peers. I just really wanted to move, to live. My childhood was just like that, it was very active. But that just means that I loved life very much. It didn't stop me from getting good grades and enjoying both sports and studying, it was a great time, a time of dreaming and the joy of movement. We were given the task of reading as many books as possible every summer vacation. Of course, I made it my goal to read as many as I could. But when I started reading, it usually took me an hour, two hours, or even a whole day, and I just felt sorry for the lost time. After all, it was beautiful weather outside, summer, and I wanted to exercise, adrenaline, and positivity. A few days later I found an abridged version of the book and read the abridged version. I can only think of a few books that I have read from beginning to end. They were few, to my shame, everything else I read in the abridged version just to get a sense of the story. I have a technical mind and have always been good at math. I read a lot of fiction, but almost all of it in abridged form. For example, one of the few books I read in its original form in one sitting was Hemingway's THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA. I literally read it in one day,