Why Self-help Books Are Doomed to Fail

We start with the premise that a product never yields its purpose unless the manufacturer entails why it behaves the way it does. The same tenet bespeaks the negligence most self-help principles have. Every year, Americans spend an average of $10B on motivational books alone — indicating an urge to succeed no different from a man precariously grasping a rope as he hangs on a cliff.

The thing is, self-help books are fundamentally erroneous.

That is, not to mention yet, the repetitive realities they depict, the queries they have failed to reply, and the mental havoc unanswered while they go on to instruct people to do things they don't even know how to do. It's almost demanding rice to cook by itself — a laughing stock of sorts that has only achieved a portion of success in a short-term span.

Really, how long does one intend to dwell in makeshift victories?

Permit me to elucidate. Self-help is self-centered, an attribute which contributed to a society of varying voices with every intent to imprint wacky philosophies down to one's system. Contrary to popular impression, personal success is not the prime aim of living. Common good weighs more than individual satisfaction. The world presents a consistently slanted veracity which often comes in the form of self-help books.

Here's a suggestion: think of your neighbors.

You probably know how to do that, but I still have to remind you. My point?

We are accountable for the people around — the mentally challenged, the financially troubled, and even those in the streets with a bottle of alcohol to waste. Your life is more than an attempt to display trophies in the desk, or doing what you want.

Engage your faculties to look beyond yourself, and be of benefit to everyone with your personal strengths. Start with your friends.

This perspective conjures an image of hands bent to help each other out.

It's not about you.