For whatever reason, my reading of all things has gone up lately. Mainly in what most would term “self-help” books or something of that ilk. However rather than reading a book and stroking one’s imaginary beard and nodding with the “that was very insightful” thought doing the rounds in your head, I’ve just put each book down and read another one.
And another, and another. Then the Olympics happened. Or rather, I was working within it for 16 solid days. And within those 16 days I’ve seen various aspects of generosity and selfishness that’s made me wonder what it’s all really for. I mean really?
