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“We can choose the narrative we tell about our lives. We're born into cultures, nations and languages that we didn't choose. We're born with certain brain chemicals and genetic predispositions that we can't control. We're sometimes thrust into social conditions that we detest. But among all the things we don't control, we do have some control over our stories. We do have a conscious say in selecting the narrative we will use to organize perceptions.”

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The Social Animal: The Hidden Sources of Love, Character, and Achievement

This book delves into the complex interplay of genetics, psychology, and social dynamics that shape individuals' lives. It examines how these elements contribute to the development of love, personal character, and the pursuit of success. more

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David Brooks
David Brooks

David Brooks is an American commentator and writer known for his insightful views on political, cultural, and social issues. Born on August 11, 1961, he graduated from Columbia University and has served as a columnist for The New York Times. Brooks has also appeared on various television and radio programs as a commentator. more

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