Everyone faces the challenge of finding meaning to their suffering.

Like an enemy I knew as intimately as any friend, I came to know the nagging, constant emptiness of the incongruent life. I ignored myself and lived for people, purposes, and goals that weren't my own. I betrayed who I was and instead accepted a fictional substitute that was defined from the outside in.

There is no reality, only perception.

It's hard to see your own face without a mirror.

You can't change what you don't acknowledge.

You either get it or you don't. Become one of those who get it.

Well, let me tell you, if you're 45, had three children and are post-menopausal, you're not going to weigh what you did the day you graduated from high school. Get that out of your head. That's a media-driven ideal that you're never going to healthfully obtain.