I has encountered a thought. You read a book to enjoy it, but at the same time, you only read it to finish it. You eat food to, well, eat food, but at the same time, your final goal is to finish it. At the risk of sounding morbid: you live your life to enjoy it, all the while living your life to get to the end. My solution to this impossible catch-22 type deal? Pet more kittens, and eat more Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. It'll do ya good.