This entire exercise that you’ve engaged in is one of passive mediocrity. You’re turning the mundane fixtures in your life into something extraordinary to assuage the sting of humdrum that you wake up to every morning. There is nothing bold about deluding yourself into satisfaction with mediocrity.

This is the worst sort of drivel. Pandering to America’s dejected 20-somethings in order to peddle a self help book, now there is something bold. Boldly disgusting and boldly unethical.

For your readers’ consideration, I have an example of something I would consider a “bold action”:

Gary Brooks Faulkner, a construction worker who lived in Greeley, Colorado was dissatisfied with his station in life. Instead of deciding to become an “organic flexitarian” he buys a ticket to Islamabad. Armed with a pistol, a sword, and a pair of night vision goggles, Mr. Faulkner set off on a mission of vengeance and courage with the possibility of unfathomable rewards. He set off toward the Afghan/Pakistani border on a hunt for Osama bin Laden. After months of searching, Pakistani authorities apprehended Mr. Faulkner only 50 miles from the Afghan border. Upon his release back into the United States, he had only one request: he wanted his sword back.

That is bold.