Ramit

I could write that this book is about finding the balance between chaos and order. This enlightened and courageous place hides nothing in favour of an illusion of perfection. And that takes courage to live, grow, act, in the world we have precisely – absurdly beautiful, terrifying and imperfect. Peterson completely overthrows all nihilism and related modalities – such as cynicism and resentment. Do good as courageous, active action in the world. Taking individual responsibility. From that resolute and miraculous straightening backwards. Of taking care of ourselves as we take care of those we love the most. Of never comparing ourselves with the incomparable (the most vulgar, common or exaggerated stereotype) but only with what we were yesterday or at most with our healthy ideal, which we circumambulate (Carl Yung). Of the need to surround ourselves with good, undefeated people unable to accept a hand, sunk in destructive inertia and hopelessness and, in turn, sinking everything else with them despite the most pious attempt of others… Lessons also about the value of pursuing “meaning” (deep) rather than short-term (superficial) benefits. All these apparently are clichés. But deepened in a unique way by Peterson. Without escaping or evasion, it looks at the human condition and celebrates hope and what is palpably good in it. In your efforts. In your hope. In the smile right in the middle of hell. Because hell is a real place. It is doubly real when suffering gives way to Evil - The hopelessness within each of us twisted into something cold and destructive. That now self-destructs, now takes a few with it. And, more than destruction per se, it opens a gap, an emptiness, it contaminates the compass of meaning and truth. And the truth, for me and Peterson, is certainly based on strength and life, not their insidious opposites. Emptiness is above all a disease of Reason - after all, there is so much to fix. Starting with our rooms and our heads.