If The Desire To Write Is Not

Before, I Thought I Was Actually Fighting For My Own Self-worth; That Is Why I So Desperately Wanted People To Like Me. I Thought Their Liking Me Was A Comment On Me, But It Was A Comment On Them.

I Don't Need A "reason" To Be Happy. I Don't Have To Consult The Future To Know How Happy I Feel Now.

The Ego, As A Collection Of Our Past Experiences, Is Continually Offering Miserable Lines Of Thought. It's As If There Were A Stream With Little Fish Swimming By, And When We Hook One Of Them There Is A Judgment. The Ego Is Constantly Judging Everybody And Everything. It Has Its Constant Little Chit Chat About Things That Can Happen In The Future, Things About The Past, Too, And These Are The Little Fish That Swim By. And What We Learn To Do-this Is Why It Takes Work-is To Not Reach Out And Grab A Fish.

To Live For Results Would Be To Sentence Myself To Continuous Frustration. My Only Sure Reward Is In My Actions And Not From Them.

It's Not That We Fear The Place Of Darkness, But That We Don't Think We Are Worth The Effort To Find The Place Of Light.