My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.

If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything

Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.