I'd Rather Be Happy Than

A Messy Mortal Is My Friend. Come Walk With Me In The Mud.

Every Moment That I Am Centered In The Future I Suffer A Temporary Loss Of This Life.

If My Attention Is Wandering, There Is Somewhere It Wants To Go, So Obviously It Does Not Want To Be Where I Am Holding It In The Name Of Some Self-styled Obligation.

Perfectionism Is A Slow Death. If Everything Were To Turn Out Just Like I Would Want It To, Just Like I Would Plan For It To, Then I Would Never Experience Anything New; My Life Would Be An Endless Repetition Of Stale Successes. When I Make A Mistake I Experience Something Unexpected.... When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

The Ego, As A Collection Of Our Past Experiences, Is Continually Offering Miserable Lines Of Thought. It's As If There Were A Stream With Little Fish Swimming By, And When We Hook One Of Them There Is A Judgment. The Ego Is Constantly Judging Everybody And Everything. It Has Its Constant Little Chit Chat About Things That Can Happen In The Future, Things About The Past, Too, And These Are The Little Fish That Swim By. And What We Learn To Do-this Is Why It Takes Work-is To Not Reach Out And Grab A Fish.