Disclaimer: I am, in some ways, a self-help content junkie. Why this is so is the topic of another Slice, or perhaps better shared with a qualified therapist...
I tuned in yesterday to a webinar for a book launch, The Meaning of Your Life: Finding Purpose in an Age of Emptiness by Arthur C. Brooks. I had preordered the book, so I was invited to the "VIP Room" of the Zoom meeting with hundreds of others who had done the same. To be honest, I didn't pay much attention to the details of the event beyond the start time; I assumed it would be about an hour or so.I assumed wrong. Brooks invited one guest speaker after another, interspersed with the invitation to join a virtual community to explore the book, related reading, and spread the message (for a fee). And while I successfully talked myself out of joining, I kept coming back after each break to see who would be up next, and what pearls of wisdom they would drop. I took copious notes. Five plus hours later (where did that time go...how did I...?), in the final Q&A session just for the "VIP Room", the webinar ended with this mic drop:
"The meaning of life...is love."
So there you go. I've saved you five hours. I'm still going to read the book when it arrives, but I'm pretty sure the compass needle will always point back to that one line.
You're welcome.
Thank you for saving me five hours and dusting off a favorite Beatles song.
ReplyDeleteAmazing how your boiling it down to one word makes me want to read the book even more. Really, isn't love always the goal?
ReplyDeleteI saw the advertisement for this. I could join your club for self-help content junkies. Thanks for the one word summary. I would have been just like you and listened b/c I was afraid I might miss some pearl of wisdom from someone.
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