A tall blade of grass Looks down upon A sea of green blades Some bigger Some thinner Some pointed Some flat Some darker Some lighter What a shame That in a sea of green That’s what is seen
I help busy people do inner work.
A tall blade of grass Looks down upon A sea of green blades Some bigger Some thinner Some pointed Some flat Some darker Some lighter What a shame That in a sea of green That’s what is seen
Filling our cups is hard enough.
Don’t let what liquid you’ve carefully filled go to waste.
As you would carefully and delicately place each step while walking with a brim-filled cup of blazing hot tea—so, too, should you walk throughout your day with a brim-filled cup of blazing hot human energy and potential.
…Evenly and mindfully.
Comparison is the root of so much suffering in our lives.
And social media is the root of so much comparison in our lives.
Those who are aware of this—and take actions to mitigate it—know the secret to suffocating and starving the roots of suffering from their lives.
P.s. I also published 28 Timeless Morrie Schwartz Quotes from Tuesdays With Morrie today.
Their success Isn’t your loss Their beauty Isn’t your flaw Their knowledge Isn’t your ignorance Their profit Isn’t your business Stop using them To benchmark yours Live and let live And stop keeping score
Suffering is an internal state.
And you’ll never be able to outrun what’s inside.
In fact, the longer you try running from suffering the more time it’ll have to build strength and the more tired you’ll ultimately become.
The way towards healing isn’t running—no.
The way towards healing is stopping.
…And looking at the suffering; sitting with it; inquiring into its existence—understanding the suffering (that never just arbitrarily arrives).
And then slowly, slowly—rebuilding your strength while you drain it of its own.
Until eventually you can turn suffering into softness that you can then mold like clay and let go of like art.
Understand who you are By writing down Everything you are not And never want to be Let each list item Act as a guardrail That turns vast landscape Into paved and pointed roadway
How can you say someone is beautiful If you haven’t yet Peered past the cover Of their book?