The pain of truth lies in its capacity to mercilessly uproot our attachments. In it also lies inherent its power to liberate. Light can lead only at the expense of darkness.

We don't learn because we don't seek to learn from our life's lessons. What we seek is to not get hurt. Our resolve to learn from a fall is mostly limited to not get hurt again. Any surprise then that as soon as we feel safe and secure, we are back to being foolish.

A "what do you want to be?", rarely hears a sincere - "I want to be happy!"? We all want to be happy and yet we find happiness to be unworthy of our ambition - too paltry, too insignificant. For any who sincerely wanted to be happy would realize happiness to be what it is - a choice, a resolve. Happiness is the means to all things beautiful, an end unto itself.

How much do we really need to not be thirsty anymore? And what, if anything, is there that truly could quench our thirst?

Often happiness, like common sense, is readily available yet out of reach.

When we are not able to receive without a sense of obligation, we also become incapable of giving without expectation. To receive freely, is to share lovingly.

Desire, as attachment, binds us to the object/idea/person/outcome, without which, we tell ourselves, we cannot be. Dropping of attachment frees up the energy of desire, which can then transmute itself into lasting joy, into activity that does not tire, into a life that does not despair, and into a love that does not burden.

If we could see it clearly, it truly is hilarious that we would rush through our lives just as we rush through our days, as if there were actually some place for us to get to! Stop, smile, breathe, be... Why the rush?

Joy is the victim of excitement just as being is the casualty of becoming. To be is to be happy. To be happy, just be heart emoticon

To seek a cause or a remedy to our sorrow outside of ourselves is like locking ourself on the inside and then banging on the door asking another outside to free us. No other can free us from the prisons in which we imprison ourselves.