self help books

by walterdoege

these books are in a big number in any library…online and offline libraries…online books, e-books and traditional books…I have some myself handwritingsnotebook manuscripts, some readings notes and appoitments, some avulse writings, some wanderings manuscripts, some very short books regarding some specific themes, some calendars with quotations, and so on…and I guess these self help books are of worth value as a way to offer literature, I mean, opportunity for reading something to people…people are so various persons with each person being an unique one…yesterday I watched an old woman reading one best seller contemporary book, a trilogy, and she get with her the three books…I sit down in a café for a little rest and I notice she reading the books, randomly searching some pages in the three books…also, I noticed some men, not so young, reading books, more than newspapers…and what touched my heart, a mother palying joyfully with her little child with a mobile device…the child was playing free and really engaged in the play…some other persons were talking with celular devices…some persons were all the time writing in celular phones and other digital devices…I don’t know closely the mobile devices yonder my cell phone and notebook…after, I walked and find a rare book in a short library…out of print…in traditional frame…still new, with some mark of time passage…this book was ‘the art of love’, from e. Fromm, and I get this book on my hands and I wrote some passages…I have some other older edition in english…and after reading these randomly choosed pages I noticed the magazines…manyn magazines are occupied with self help…but I purchased nothing…at this library people were watching books and magazines…few were buying…then I returned to the same table at the café, ask for another coffee and I noticed that the old woman…not so old…continued her reading…and most of the men were talking with other colleagues or friends…few continued reading…mother and child were not at the café, and I think that it was time to go home and the mother was right, and after some minutes I saw them walking to parking lounge to go home…I imagined this, but I guess they were coming home…and I returned to my work place…self help books are very interesting books…I read some of them as I read Shakespeare…literature is a single one, literature is this reach at some heart of a writer effort through reading…reading in so many ways as the little child and her mother were playing…from all my self help books I’ve read some echo of late readings come to up sometimes…a traditional and old book I like to see is ‘how to do friendship’ and ‘positive thinking’…among many… the just look at these books helps me so much…I like to see old magazines…the only touching old books of self help that I rememeber in the bookshelt of my childhood house…the magazines my father and mother like to read…many other books that i like to read since my childhood…some other reveries of music listening…my father and mother like music…my mother played piano very well…utmost one tango named ‘cumparsita’…she played with great emotion in the last years…my father liked very much music and reading…he told me someday that W.S. Maugham book ‘the razor’s edge’ was the best reading he was done…my mother liked so much to read poetry…when I feel some deep woes blue I see these books and magazines and music vynil units…when I get in blue I see self help books and old magazines, I sense that it’s all right with me…that positive thinking is important…that be optimistic is important…that friendship is important…when I feel blue, I sense help seeing my old readings, handling old magazines…the imagery and photos in old magazines bring me a sense that living is hard and good…randomly seeing old magazines and books of self help helps myself…if in a self help book inhabits good will and intention, the self help book may help…it’s required the reading…I noticed at this café that the youth people, were listening music and videos talking lively, and I sense that it is good too…in this contemporary world the art is a worth brick for building better cities and builts for people walk and sense the moon in sky, the flowers in a street, the birds singing in a business day…I don’t know whar are business days…when I get down in blue I help myself to stay close to people…I was missing, at some time the child at the café invited to play…and I accepted gratefulness…Dear Lord, you give me hills and mountains…I can walk…I help myself too…self help, helping the self…at the tempest, my ego and self were blowing in the storm…the objects and book were falling, but I not…when everything fall, love remains…I am here…any book done with art and good will is worth value…the simplest book one can imagine…some my old writings on the sand near the ocean in my childhood…my castles done with sand…the sea lead with itself the castles and readings in the sand…love remains…my intention remains…I am here…these readings of self help…the old self help books and old magazines…seeing them bring me a sense that I am in good stand…books that help are good books…I remember a short story: a child asked for the school librarian some old books…after the child made an arrangement…sit upon the hill of books and could watch better her prefered movie