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

You don't get to vote on what is. Have you noticed?

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.

No one can hurt me - that's my job.

Everything happens for me, not to me.

It's very benign, it seems, to think, "There's a tree." In fact, it's a very beautiful thought. If someone chops down all the trees, then we think, "Oh, my goodness, something is out of order in my world." We begin to think, "Who am I in a world without trees?"

Gratitude is what we are without a story.