I'd Rather Be Happy Than

Love Itself Is Not An Act Of Will, But Sometimes I Need The Force Of My Volition To Break With My Habitual Responses And Pass Along The Love Already Here.

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.

To Live For Results Would Be To Sentence Myself To Continuous Frustration. My Only Sure Reward Is In My Actions And Not From Them.

Problems Assault Us To The Degree They Preoccupy Us. The Key To Release, Rest, And Inner Freedom Is Not The Elimination Of All External Difficulties. It Is Letting Go Of Our Pattern Of Reactions To Those Difficulties.

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.