There’s no point in being unhappy about things you can’t change, and no point being unhappy about things you can.

What meditation does is allow you to actually survive these emotions as opposed to compartmentalizing and having them come up and make you a shithead in other areas of your life. The alternative is to be miserable, and I don't think we're living in a wise way when we do that.

But it was in this moment, lying in bed late at night, that I first realized that the voice in my head—the running commentary that had dominated my field of consciousness since I could remember—was kind of an asshole.

When you have one foot in the future and the other in the past, you piss on the present.

There’s no point in being unhappy about things you can’t change, and no point being unhappy about things you can.

Meditation is hard. You are constantly trying to focus on one thing, usually your breath, and your mind is going to go berserk.

The act of catching yourself wandering and coming back to your breath is a bicep curl for your brain.