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The Noticer Returns: Sometimes You Find Perspective, and Sometimes Perspective Finds You

In this follow-up to the original work, the enigmatic 'noticer' reappears to offer insights and wisdom, challenging readers to find perspective in their own lives and recognize when it is being offered to them. more

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Andy Andrews
Andy Andrews

Andy Andrews, born on May 22, 1959, is an American author whose works span across novels, non-fiction, and children's literature. Known for his profound themes and engaging storytelling, his books have gained both commercial and literary success. more

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“There are so many ways through narrative myth and the validation of social media to reassure ourselves that we are doing things right that has meant the concept of rightness has been shon of any meaning. It has become mere lip service. Rather living the right life means being in a state of questioning. It involves self-sacrifice. Making choices should not be risk free, if they are then we are not considering the right options. We have to be ok with giving up capital, social capital, online capital and actual capital. And only then we can figure out how to be right. These is a socratic saying: she who is not contented with what she has would not be contented with what she would like to have.”

“And I put my hand on her arm to stop her rowing. Aaron’s Noise roars up in red and black. The current takes us on. “I’m sorry!” I cry as the river takes us away, my words ragged things torn from me, my chest pulled so tight I can’t barely breathe. “I’m sorry, Manchee!” “Todd?” he barks, confused and scared and watching me leave him behind. “Todd?” “Manchee!” I scream. Aaron brings his free hand towards my dog. “MANCHEE!” “Todd?” And Aaron wrenches his arms and there’s a CRACK and a scream and a cut-off yelp that tears my heart in two forever and forever. And the pain is too much it’s too much it’s too much and my hands are on my head and I’m rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that’s inside of me.”