That's the purpose of stress. It's a friend. It's an alarm clock, built in to let you know that it's time to do The Work.

I could go on and on about how the statements and concepts that used to depress me now bring me joy, but that is not easily understood for people who think the way I used to think and believe what I used to believe.

Reality doesn't wait for your opinion, vote, or permission, sweetheart. It just keeps being what it is and doing what it does.

I can just talk about my world, and people relate to it because it's so familiar to them. It's them, it's not me. They're hearing themselves.

It's not a little thing to lose your identification and who you believe yourself to be.

I'm most inspired whenever I hear of even the smallest act of human kindness.

Every uncomfortable feeling, every pain, every moment of stress & suffering is for your own self-realizatio n.