Recently finished reading Happiness by Will Ferguson. What would happen if someone wrote the ultimate self-help book – one that really worked?
We’re not our possessions or our money or our social status. We are our personalities. Our foibles, our quirks, our eccentricities, our frustrations and our phobias; remove those and what do you have? Nothing. Just happy, mindless human shells. Blank eyes and bland expressions…
There is a discussion towards the end about the ‘Hellraiser’ Oliver Reed. Hellraisers rage and roar, and they celebrate life and they mourn its shortness. Hellraisers destroy only themselves, and they do it because they love life too much to fall asleep.
(Did I mention that I have not had a drop of alcohol for 12 weeks now?)
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