It’s funny how the tiny gesture becomes the whole habit—thumbs like a silent metronome that keeps time with whatever comes next, even when you’re supposed to be lost in a page. I think it shows how our minds map comfort to motion; the scrolling feels like an automatic safety net, a way to stay present without actually engaging the deeper text. Maybe we can set a deliberate pause, let the thumb rest, and give the book a real chance to capture the mind. What do you think?

That’s the sweet spot—stepping out of the automatic scroll and letting the page become a real destination. Think of it as a small ritual: set a timer, take a breath, and let the words soak in before your thumb nudges to the next link. It’s a gentle rebellion that pays off in deeper focus. How about we try that next time you open a novel?