My bookshelf is stuffed with self-help books. I have Abraham-Hicks, Eckhart Tolle, Byron Katie, Joel S. Goldsmith, and many more.
I love them.
Each one is like a treasure box. I wade through the first few chapters looking for the perfect sparkly object; the one that will help me be better, more connected, more loving, and of course rich.
I know I’m not alone when it comes to owning a plethora of self-help books; but I wonder how helpful they are.
Am I better, richer, happier? Or do I just own a lot of books?
The answer is a little of both.
I remember the feeling of confirmation and assurance that moved through me the first time I read “The Power of Now,” by Eckhart Tolle.
In fact, all of the self-help books I own are confirmation of a deep inner truth that I already know.
I read them because I like having the reassurance that if nothing else, there is another person who feels and thinks the way I do.
I imagine this is why most people scour the self-help area of the bookstore, just to be reminded.
Perhaps it would be more useful if we all took the time to write our own self-help book and dedicated it to ourselves.
Spun a yarn of our own wisdom to live by.
What do you think?
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