“Every individual acts and suffers in accordance with his peculiar teleology, which has all the inevitability of fate, so long as he does not understand it.” - Alfred Adler.

While reading Alfred Adler, the 20th century Austrian psychotherapist, i learnt why dealing with neglect in early life can end up ruling and sometimes ruining your life. I will share some of his wisdom on how he recommends dealing with it.

But first let me tell you my story of neglect to set the scene.

I suddenly lost my dad to a heart attack when i was 11. My mother coped…

If material success is not filling you up— you might be enslaved by your `master’ mind. You need to find a way to your `heightened self’.

On the summit of my success, i found the unclimbed mountain of my self.

…I had this shocking realization at the height of my material success.

I am one of those men who spent his youth dreaming of becoming a multi-millionaire. But when I got there I found a spiritual hole. I tried to enjoy the trappings of success for a while but the longer I tried to hold onto my shell, the more…

“Is it possible to wake up some mornings and feel incapable of loving…when you feel nothing…nothing at all.”- a text from a very happy, successful friend this morning.

I was there.

Caged in a gemstone mind.

With a glass full of goal coins and yet desperately thirsty for joy. Unable to find peace no matter how hard I worked. My goals made me gasp for air. I could not answer “what should I aim for in life ?”

The last few years have been a quest to answer this question. I have found many gems in the course of my…

Underneath all my research into resolving my self-doubts, fears and paranoia lies one central search…a search for uncovering my real self. This book found me and gave me some answers. So I thought I should share some of what I found.

“It seems to me that at the bottom each person is asking — who am i, really ? How can i get in touch with this real self, underlying all my surface behaviour? How can i become myself ?”- Carl. R. Rogers

Carl R. Rogers was a professor of Psychology and Psychiatry at the University of Wisconsin and active…

A SELF DISCOVERY NOVEL

Jordan suddenly became wary of Marco as he set foot on Dover beach.

The Seagulls were squabbling over some rotting fish. A child was bawling in protest as his frustrated mother dragged him out of the freezing water. The tide was going out, and the ocean had rejected some plastic and wooden garbage on the cold scrubbed white pebbles.

Marco was still talking to Jordan and belligerent about the Ad World article and its contents. He empathized with Jordan for over 10 minutes and lamented the poor standards of the journalists who were stooping to sensationalism to sell their magazines.

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A SELF DISCOVERY NOVEL

“Arguments are to be avoided, they are always vulgar and often convincing.”― Oscar Wilde

Jordan checked the traffic on his route to Dover to escape the chaos of the week.

He was on his way to a B&B in Capel-le-Ferne for the weekend. Jordan used to go there sometimes as a boy with his parents when they were still alive. He still loved going there to get away from the hustle of London life. Capel-le-Ferne was a tiny village of about 1000 inhabitants situated near Folkestone, Kent. Its name came from the 16th century Chapel there surrounded by ferns. …

A SELF DISCOVERY NOVEL

“News is something somebody doesn’t want printed; all else is advertising.”― William Randolph Hearst

"Hi, Jordan; this is Katherine from Advertising World. Tomorrow, we will run a cover story about why KCH is the worst place to work for women in advertising. Do you have any comments?"

Jordan had just reached back to the office after being told by Audrey Hamilton that they had lost the Bayside Resorts pitch. And before he could settle down and inform the team, this call had crashed into his eye-watering busy day.

Katherine's sensational headline took Jordan by surprise. Advertising World was the leading…

A SELF DISCOVERY NOVEL

Sometimes you wish, the stranger you crossed paths with was a friend.

Jordan arrived well in time (twenty minutes early) for his lunch with Audrey at the wrong restaurant.

The Riverside Albany, unlike The Albany, was at the other end of the Southbank from where he stood gazing at the painfully slow-moving London Eye. There was a Gay Pride parade passing through the area, and the traffic was moving at snail speed.

Jordan had two options. Call Audrey and ask her to walk towards him and meet him somewhere in the middle or walk to her in his flashy Amazon…