There is no story that is you or that leads to you. Every story leads away from you.

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.

You can’t change what you haven’t realized yet. Once you realize what you were asleep to, the change happens on its own.

I am a lover of what is, not because I'm a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.

Lack of understanding is always painful.

Life is the constant opportunity to wake up.

Some of us are returning to sanity, because we're tired of the pain. We're in a hurry. No time to mess around.