Just keep coming home to yourself, you are the one who you've been waiting for.
There is no story that is you or that leads to you. Every story leads away from you.
Life just happens. Itโs what youโre believing about life that makes you suffer.
The world is what you believe it to be, and it changes as you change.
Arguing with reality it like trying to teach a cat to bark.
When I was in my early forties, I slept with a loaded gun under my bed. Id become severely depressed in my thirties, and for almost a decade I spiraled down into paranoia, rage, self-loathing, and thoughts of suicide.