Motivational books are the best thing since sliced bread– or so some people think.
Years ago, I went for a motivational program where the speakers talked about the power of now and how you can utilize your time perfectly and you can always change. There was even some good old motivational music. It was fun. I was so pumped. I felt like I could do anything. Until I stepped out of the hall.
Everything disappeared and I was right back to where I started from. The ‘motivational drug’ had worn off.
For most people, that’s what it feels like to read motivational books– including me.
I have read books like ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’ and ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck’. Absolutely brilliant books I couldn’t finish because frankly, I got bored.
I got tired of someone telling me that if I just do that, expend that much more energy, manage my time and feelings that much better, things will fall into place.
Cue uproarious laughter.
There’s no one pill solves all for life. Everyone has their own path to walk and we should all discover that ourselves not through some book that says that because you care too much about your friend who hasn’t texted you in a week, your life is falling apart. Gross untruth.
While I’m not dismissing the fact that some people swear by those books, I do believe that they won’t work for most people. I have to go back to my statement about the fact that the same thing cant work for everyone.
What works for Sandra won’t necessarily work for Ahmad. One size definitely doesnt fit all.
Find out what works for you, even if it’s lounging around all day and drawing inspiration from bad relationships, and stick with it.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.