The Secret is a get happy quick book.
The Secret is bullshit.
The secret is to be honest.
The secret is to acknowledge that sometimes there is pain.
That sometimes there is hurt.
That sometimes life sucks.
The Secret is to recognize that Oprah Winfrey is a rich lady who puts her own picture on the cover of every magazine she sells.
The Secret is a get happy quick book which is about as realistic as getting rich quick or losing fat by using some machine that does all the work for you while you eat cornchips sitting on your sofa watching tv.
The secret is there is no secret. Happiness that's sold is toothpaste smiles and salesperson joy, when they are selling.
Happiness is not contentedness.
The Secret suggests we look away from what makes us unhappy to ensure happiness.
So are we to look away when a family member gets deathly ill?
As a recent article noted, what should the Auschwitz survivor have done? Or the Sudan refugee? Ah yes, if they'd just looked away from the bad stuff they could have felt wonderful, right?
Are we to ignore the less fortunate in the world?
Are we to ignore our own mortality? Our health? Cause death certainly isn't fun. So should we ignore this too?
Are we to aspire to Oprah megalomania? Are we to aspire to Tom Cruise levels of depth?
Should we ignore how many thousands of years of Buddhist wisdom?
The secret is that the truly creative never hide from the dark side of life. As I recently read, it's our shadow, our darkness, that if delved into and actually considered that this is where we'll find wisdom.