Since the past is unreal and the future is unreal, all your thoughts are about nothing.
The world isn't what I've believed it to be, and I am not what I believed me to be, and neither is anyone.
It's just a constant thing when the mind starts to wake up to itself.
The perfect world is created when the mind is free to see it.
Identify your painful thought, question it, and wake yourself up. No one else can.
The miracle of love comes to you in the presence of the uninterpreted moment. If you are mentally somewhere else, you miss real life.