All ego really is, is our opinions, which we take to be solid, real, and the absolute truth about how things are.

We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us so that we become increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us and make us kinder and more open to what scares us. We always have this choice.

Every day is a new opportunity to work with what you have inside toward enlightenment.

It is possible to move through the drama of our lives without believing so earnestly in the character that we play. That we take ourselves so seriously, that we are so absurdly important in our own minds, is a problem for us. We feel justified in being annoyed with everything. We feel justified in denigrating ourselves or in feeling that we are more clever than other people. Self-importance hurts us, limiting us to the narrow world of our likes and dislikes. We end up bored to death with ourselves and our world. We end up never satisfied.

Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.

Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals.

Being satisfied with what we already have is a magical golden key to being alive in a full, unrestricted, and inspired way.