I came to see that there was nothing to forgive, that I was the one who caused my own problems.

If I want something, I go get it. Anything that I believe will stop me, I question.

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.

There is no thought or situation that you can't put up against inquiry. Every thought, every person, every apparent problem is here for the sake of your freedom.

But when you think you're supposed to do something with it and imagine that you're the doer, that's pure delusion. Just follow your passion. Do what you love. Inquire, and have a happy life while you're doing it.

The only thing you fear is the unreality that you yourself have invented.

A thought is harmless unless we believe it.