Reading comes in two kinds. The writings you love and those you hate. Everything else is not a waste of time, but simply not for you.
It’s easy to read the things you love. Ideas that drive change or intrigue you. Examples you can follow. Words which inspire action. But this reading is easy.
The things you hate are difficult to read. You disagree and feel revolted inside (and outside). You close the book, throw the paper in the air, but pick up later and continue. It is counter-intuitive, but writings you hate reading have their worth. They challenge your preconceptions, your comfort and make you experience emotion instead of indifference.
It’s hard for me to read things I hate, but I recognize their worth in my path to greater maturity in knowledge and depth in wisdom.