Notes from a bibliophile

I listened to a podcast not long ago called On Purpose by Jay Shetty. He interviewed actor Zachary Levi, who has become an advocate for mental health awareness since receiving therapy for his own issues. One of the main topics he expounds on frequently through this interview and on his own social media is the concept of self love. I admire that, but if I’m honest, I also have a problem  with it. For me, self love seems like step one on the road to narcissism, and I’ve been struggling to understand how one can love themselves but avoid becoming a prideful, narcissistic person, which anyone can agree, we need far fewer of those in the world. Something changed on Friday, May 31st, coincidentally the end of Mental Health Awareness Month. Love is a difficult concept. We throw the word around so much, it loses its meaning. Everybody wants to be loved, everyone wants somebody to love, love makes the world go ‘round, etc. Love songs on the radio make me depressed because I feel I don’t h