Some books arrive like old friends. Others enter like sudden winds that rearrange the curtains of your inner room. Chopra’s Abundance walked in like a polite guest with a quiet smile… and then proceeded to rearrange half the furniture in my mind. Not violently — but gently, insistently, the way a truth does when it’s been waiting far too long.
Deepak Chopra, of course, is no stranger to this particular art. For decades, he’s been the soft-spoken rebel of the wellness world — part scientist, part sage, part poet of consciousness — and at ninety books (yes, ninety!), you’d think he’d have run out of places inside the human spirit to explore. But Abundance reminded me that he hasn’t. Not even close.
The premise sounds simple on the surface: true wealth begins with the belief “I am enough.” Anyone who’s ever checked their bank balance five minutes after a motivational talk knows this is easier said than internalised. Chopra knows it too. So instead of offering shortcuts to abundance or a celestial ATM ask-and-receive model, he goes deeper, tracing the architecture of our scarcity mindset back to its quiet roots — fear, ego, fragmentation, and the strange ways we talk ourselves out of our own inherent wholeness.
