The main thing is to explain to yourself that everybody suffers.
Do you wake up in the morning and first thing, centre yourself by looking at your palms together? Thereby have a nice day.
Two things are easiest to do. One, to carry water in a sieve. Two, to still the mind. Freeze water. Breathe calm. Only two secrets to learn.
I have no ambition. I just have a very loving duty given to me in my spiritual heritage of the Himalayan Masters who have passed down this duty from generation to generation, perhaps for thousands of generations: The world has misery, the world has suffering. Do what you can to reduce the pain. Do what you can to soothe people's minds. Don't just counsel, Mr. Therapist. . . console.
Amidst all your cries and laughter let your mind take a moment off, and go still. Look at this moment, this moment alone, and go still.
I feel if you hold yourself as an artist first and foremost, the barriers of gender come down.
He saved the world, but he shattered mine.
From my table inside I watch the glamorous women outside who are lunching on Spa Cobb salads without blue cheese or dressing. The man with the bread basket wanders from table to table, lonesome as a cloud. When he comes to me his basket is full and perfectly arranged. He gives me a smile of sincere pleasure when I tell him I will take both the sourdough roll and the cheese stick.
If you're oblivious to other people, chances are pretty good that you're going to hurt them.