My daughter is reading my favorite book. “I’m on page 112,” she says, “of The Choose Yourself Stories.”
The point is, you can’t fake a deep life. You get what you give. If you cultivate the surface, you’ll end up with only the surface of things. You can’t expect to give a little and receive a lot in return.
The essence of you may be undefinable, but that does not mean it’s not unique. Unspoken words do not stop referring to a concept or a physical item. You cannot lose control by mentally renouncing your train of thought.
We view “I” as synonymous with “self.” All of those traits and predispositions, those wiggles and twists of our personalities. They are us. We see no distinction.
You can take that time you think you wasted doing something else and apply it to something that really appeals to you. Suddenly, all that experience enters into practice.
Sometimes the whole of who we perceive ourselves to be is nothing more than how we fit into the contexts of what we mean to other people.
It’s not the universe’s fault this technique didn’t work.
The first thing I do and maybe the best thing one can do, is to be aware of what’s happening.
DNA doesn’t care who lives and who dies.
I have to tell you something.