I Do Whatever I Can

When We Believe In Our Thoughts, When We Tell Ourselves A Story, We Suffer. 'my Husband Doesn't Respect Me.' 'i Should Be Thinner.' Those Are Stories. When There's No Story, There's No Suffering.

One Morning In February 1986, Out Of Nowhere, I Experienced A Realization. In An Instant, I Discovered That When I Believed My Stressful Thoughts, I Suffered, But When I Questioned Them, I Didn't Suffer.

Who I Believed Myself To Be Was A Hopeless Case. I Would Wake Up In The Mornings And Notice I Was Still Alive And Breathing And Hate God, Hate Myself, Hate Life, And Contemplate Ways Of Killing Myself.

Peace Doesn't Require Two People; It Requires Only One. It Has To Be You. The Problem Begins And Ends There.

I Am The Perpetrator Of My Suffering - But Only All Of It.