I just finished reading Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom. While reading it, I realized I am getting too old for these self-help books. This isn’t a bad book at all; but I didn’t quite ‘feel’ it as much as I expected it to.
The goodreads blurb reads thus –
Maybe it was a grandparent, or a teacher or a colleague. Someone older, patient and wise, who understood you when you were young and searching, and gave you sound advice to help you make your way through it. For Mitch Albom, that person was Morrie Schwartz, his college professor from nearly twenty years ago.
Maybe, like Mitch, you lost track of this mentor as you made your way, and the insights faded. Wouldn’t you like to see that person again, ask the bigger questions that still haunt you?
Mitch Albom had that second chance. He rediscovered Morrie in the last months of the older man’s life. Knowing he was dying of ALS – or motor neurone disease – Mitch visited Morrie in his study every Tuesday, just as they used to back in college. Their rekindled relationship turned into one final ‘class’: lessons in how to live.
In the book, there were a lot of things discussed like life, love, marriage, career and so on. More than what Morrie had to say about these things, I was intrigued by Morrie himself. How he stood in the face of death was a bigger lesson than all the wisdom that he spewed. I still loved a couple of things that he said –
I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that’s all.
Just like my morning dose of coffee, I told myself. Heh.
Well, for one thing, the culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. We’re teaching the wrong things. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn’t work, don’t buy it. Create your own. Most people can’t do it.
Enough wisdom to get through one day, I suppose? 😉