Who is to decide between 'Let it be' and 'Force it'?

Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.

Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can't imagine. It's none at all to write to those who don't really count.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.... This all sounds very strenuous and serious. But now that I have wrestled with it, it's no longer so. I feel happy- deep down. All is well.

That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?

Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.

What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.