We Have To Face The

We Are Always Doing Something To Cover Up Our Basic Existential Anxiety. Some People Live That Way Until The Day They Die.

We Tend To Run Our Whole Life Trying To Avoid All That Hurts Or Displeases Us, Noticing The Objects, People, Or Situations That We Think Will Give Us Pain Or Pleasure, Avoiding One And Pursuing The Other.

We're Constantly Waking Up To What We're About, What We're Really Doing In Our Lives. And The Fact Is, That's Painful. But There's No Possibility Of Freedom Without This Pain.

We 'rid Ourselves Of Conceptual Thought' When, By Persistent Observation, We Recognize The Unreality Of Our Self-centered Thoughts. Then We Can Remain Dispassionate And Fundamentally Unaffected By Them. That Does Not Mean To Be A Cold Person. Rather, It Means Not To Be Caught And Dragged Around By Circumstances.

Most Of Our Difficulties, Our Hopes, And Our Worries Are Empty Fantasies. Nothing Has Ever Existed Except This Moment. That's All There Is. That's All We Are. Yet Most Human Beings Spend 50 To 90 Percent Or More Of Their Time In Their Imagination, Living In Fantasy. We Think About What Has Happened To Us, What Might Have Happened, How We Feel About It, How We Should Be Different, How Others Should Be Different, How It's All A Shame, And On And On; It's All Fantasy, All Imagination. Memory Is Imagination. Every Memory That We Stick To Devastates Our Life.