Reflections on Self-Help
Having recently moved house, I can attest that it ranks high among life's most testing experiences. Sorting through the clutter proved oddly cathartic; I found myself faced with a heap of “stuff”. Amongst the piles, one particular thing caught my eye: my extensive array of self-help books, numbering well over 100. Reflecting on it now, it seems almost comical how much time and effort I invested in the belief that one of those books held the elusive solution to all my problems.
These books impart valuable knowledge meant to be applied in daily life. However, entertaining the notion that merely reading their words would magically improve my life was a fallacy. It is similar to enrolling in a gym and expecting instant fitness without putting in the effort to exercise. If success could be obtained solely through passive consumption, everyone would gladly pay for results without exerting themselves.
Upon reflection, I realised how deeply I had bought into the notion that self-help books held the key to my happiness and fulfilment. I dedicated countless hours scouring through them, firmly convinced that the solutions to all my life's problems were nestled within those pages. Little did I know then that the true answer for me lay not in consuming more literature but in taking decisive action.
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