In madness we trust
A long time ago, words had meaning. Today, when you look around the block, everyone is a genius.
Memories are a kind of myth
At some point, the past can no longer exist. There’s only so much a brain can hold. As much as we wish to remain objective, survival makes it impossible. Eventually, we start telling ourselves stories to make the present worth living.
Why I wrote this book
This book began with a question I could feel long before I had the words. In 2005, three years before the global financial crisis, I was a senior in high school. Even though many of us were successful in getting into college, there was an undeniable feeling that the world was moving farther away. Away from our ideals. Away from reality.
Making self-help actually helpful
When I was younger, I hated the idea of self-help. Despite having spent a fair amount of time in my local bookstore, I don’t recall ever browsing the self-help section. I thought all those authors were charlatans selling the same snake oil in a shiny new package.