When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again.
Many an injustice is presented as solution and gift.
When you surrender and release the illusion of control, you begin to free-fall toward your destiny of a grand reunion with your original-self; a self uncorrupted by the world's false lessons of fear and control.
We do not actually know other people; we only know our judgments.
We believe we are the consumers, but we are the consumed.
Some people are so addicted to their misery that they will destroy anything that gets in the way of their fix.