a sense of purpose..

Let’s hit the city of freedom

You were born an original. Don’t die a copy.

All the mistakes I make arise from forsaking my own station and trying to see the object from another person’s point of view.

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.

I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I’ve written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part.

Don’t let your mind bully your body into believing it must carry the burden of its worries.

Think about any attachments that are depleting your emotional reserves.
Consider letting them go.

When you become good at the art of letting sufferings go, then you’ll come to realize what you were dragging around with you. And for that, no one else other than you was responsible.

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing.
There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny.
And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.

Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?

Face your deficiencies and acknowledge them; but do not let them master you.
Let them teach you patience, sweetness, insight.

Will this matter a year from now?

Suffering is not holding you. You are holding suffering.
When you become good at the art of letting sufferings go, then you’ll come to realize how unnecessary it was for you to drag those burdens around with you.
You’ll see that no one else other than you was responsible.
The truth is that existence wants your life to become a festival.

Laugh when you can, apologize when you should, and let go of what you can’t change.
Life’s too short to be anything… but happy.”-