Happiness is like rising bubbles -- delightful and inevitably fleeting. Joy is the oxygen -- ever present.
Danielle LaPorteSelf-criticism is not "love," and it is certainly not indifferent. It's a form of hatred. And when I name that, when I see it for what it is (raw and uncomfortable and saddening), when I refuse to sugar-coat self criticism, judgment, agitation, and constantly trying to improve myself, then I'm one quantum leap closer to freedom.
Danielle LaPorte