A warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing, when in effect he knows nothing.

A warrior chooses a path with heart, any path with heart, and follows it; and then he rejoices and laughs. He knows because he sees that his life will be over altogether too soon. He sees that nothing is more important than anything else.

Before you embark on it you ask the question: Does this path have a heart? If the answer is no, you will know it, and then you must choose another path.

The world doesn't yield to us directly, the description of the world stands in between. So, properly speaking, we are always one step removed and our experiences of the world is always a recollection of the experience. We are perennially recollecting the instant that has just happened, just passed. Re recollect, recollect, recollect.

The ego is like a tired old dog. We can never kill it, so put it out on the back porch, let it rest there, and step around it.

You say you need help. Help for what? You have everything needed for the extravagant journey that is your life.

You are like you are, because you tell yourself that you are that way.