"Only the rereading counts, Nabokov said .... For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell."
Have you reread a book lately? Or your own life? Take time where there doesn't appear to be any. You will be rewarded.