Perfectionism Is Slow Death.

Life Is Also A Mixture Of Unsolved Problems, Ambiguous Victories And Vague Defeats-with Very Few Moments Of Clear Peace.

When We Recognize That Nothing Has To Go Right For Us To Be Happy, That People Do Not Have To Behave For Us To Love Them, Our Walk Home Can Be Surprisingly Simple. We Have Enormous Power Not To Manipulate The World, But To Be Happy And To Know Peace.

A Messy Mortal Is My Friend. Come Walk With Me In The Mud.

Within Me Is The Potential To Commit Every Evil Act I See Being Committed By Other Men, And Unless I Feel This Potential, I Can At Any Moment Be Controlled By These Same Urges. I Am Free From These Urges Only If I Recognize When I Am Feeling Them, And While Feeling Them And Acknowledging Them To Be Me, Choose Not To Follow Them. Only In This Way Can I Begin To Regain The Disowned Parts Of Me. And Only In This Way Can I Know What It Is I Am Criticizing In Others.

Peace, Or Freedom From Conflict, Is The Absolute Core Of Happiness. It Is In Learning To Watch Our Sense Of Peace That We Avoid Unhappiness. All Forms Of Misery Are Heralded By A Frame Of Mind That Must Become Immediately Recognizable If We Are Ever To Gain Mastery In Happiness...take The Time To Look In Your Heart And Be Clear. Walk Through Life Being Clear. Practice Doing Each Thing In Peace.