There’s this thing about self-help books: they only have one good idea. The rest is mostly fluff.
You know, punch the damn keys to reach the necessary word count.
This book, sadly, is no exception.
But the main idea is brilliant. And makes this book well worth a try.
What’s that idea you ask?
That’s how I’d describe it.
Most people are never fully aware of their own selves. Their feelings, emotions, reactions to particular events. They’re on auto-pilot.
While this idea is by no means revolutionary, it is nice to read about it.
It is also nice to read about the inevitability of suffering, the idea that we have to enjoy the journey, with all its ups and downs, to become worthy of the reward.
We have to be aware, and decide. Decide what is important and what is not. What merits our attention, time, and energy, and what not.
A good book, well worth reading.