I Would Be So Exhausted

Before, I Always Lived In Anticipation . . . That It Was All A Preparation For Something Else, Something "greater," More "genuine." But That Feeling Has Dropped Away From Me Completely. I Live Here And Now, This Minute, This Day, To The Full, And The Life Is Worth Living.

If One Burdens The Future With One's Worries, It Cannot Grow Organically. I Am Filled With Confidence, Not That I Shall Succeed In Worldly Things, But That Even When Things Go Badly For Me I Shall Still Find Life Good And Worth Living.

Our Desire Must Be Like A Slow And Stately Ship, Sailing Across Endless Oceans, Never In Search Of Safe Anchorage. Then Suddenly, Unexpectedly, It Will Find Mooring For A Moment.

The Externals Are Simply So Many Props; Everything We Need Is Within Us.

Every Day I Shall Put My Papers In Order And Every Day I Shall Say Farewell. And The Real Farewell, When It Comes, Will Only Be A Small Outward Confirmation Of What Has Been Accomplished Within Me From Day To Day.