It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.
I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
The end of the world has come often, and continues to come.
Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
These little daily choices that we're so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.
The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless.