Notes to Myself by Hugh Prather
A lot of people recommended me to read Notes to Myself. For a long time, this book was on my ‘to be read’ list. So I picked up this book on a weekend. With the growing number of books on this shelf, I have come to believe one thing. I will read a book when it’s the right time for me to read it. There are few books that had been there with me for a long time. But I read them only either when I am mentally ready to read them or when it is the right point in time in my life to read them.
When I began reading Notes to Myself, it did not sound too interesting. The book seems like the ramblings of a man trying to get in touch with himself. But somewhere in the middle of the book, he actually starts getting in touch with himself and then what he says looks like what you would say to yourself. As the name suggests, Notes to Myself is, talking to yourself or making notes for your own self.
Few things really touch you and it is as if someone is putting words to your thoughts. I particularly liked the thought on Friendships or for that matter any relationship. It says ‘When you meet new people and make friends with them, you only see virtues in each other, and after a while you reach a stage when you see only vices and no virtues and you will often find blaming yourself as to how could you overlook these vices before, but if you can cross that stage, then your friendship will probably stay on for a long time’ Isn’t it so true for most of our relationships and friendships particularly?