I have never been particularly in love with self-help books or inspirational quotes. Okay, I dislike them terribly. But sometimes, they come up with deeply conflicting statements.
Like for instance, when they say you can get anything you truly desire. But as life often shows, you don’t. But since books must sell and self-help writers
must become celebrity gurus, they have an explanation: some things are best lost.
What kind of people have we really become that we need indulgent self-help books to remind us about the inevitability of loss. Sometimes, in the haste to sound hopeful they come up with incredibly generic solutions, rarely appealing to particularly troubled folks.
Remember when you lost
your little golden shoe,
at the city fair. I had a love
for all things golden.
That made me a suspect.
I scoured the markets till
I found a copy. You never
noticed the substitution.