I used to sleep on the floor next to the bed, because I believed that I didn't even deserve a bed to sleep in. And then, one morning, a cockroach crawled onto my leg. I looked at it, and suddenly I awoke from a kind of hypnotic trance in which I had been all my life.

When you srgue with reality, you lose, but only 100% of the time.

All I have is all I need and all I need is all I have in this moment.

I live in a state of grace, where I don't have to know.

Identify your painful thought, question it, and wake yourself up. No one else can.

I didn't fight or shame my thoughts, I questioned them, and they stopped shaming me.

If your beliefs are stressful and you question them, you come to see that they aren't true - whereas prior to questioning, you absolutely believe them. How can you live in joy when you're believing thoughts that bring on sadness, frustration, anger, alienation, and loneliness?