I was given a copy of The Book of Joy: Lasting Happiness in a Changing World by Desmond Tutu and the Dalai Lama, and I looked forward to reading it. I admire both of those men, and was sure they had insights I would find helpful.
Their days are striking similar. Tutu begins his day with five hours of meditation, the Dalai Lama six. Then a servant brings them a breakfast prepared by a chef. When the plates are cleared a way, a driver appears to take them where they need to be that day…
And at that point I stopped reading. These are not lives I can emulate.
I’m going to wait and read the book by the waiter, the driver, or the cook.