My mom would have liked it that I patterned myself more after Jimmy Reed.
This world is moving around like a wheel. That indeed is the last birth in which one gets completely rid of all desires.
Let me tell you how to love all equally. Do not demand anything of those you love. If you make demands, some will give you more and some less. In that case you will love more those who give you more and less those who give you less. Thus your love will not be the same for all. You will not be able to love all impartially.
I tell you one thing. If you want peace of mind, do not find fault with others. Rather learn to see your own faults. Learn to make the whole world your own. No one is a stranger, my child; this whole world is your own.
The happiness of the world is transitory. The less you become attached to the world, the more you enjoy peace of mind.
You see, my son, it is not a fact that you will never face dangers. Difficulties always come, but they do not last forever. You will see that they pass away like water under a bridge.
Don't be afraid. Human birth is full of suffering and one has to endure everything patiently, taking the Name of God. None, not even God in human form can escape the sufferings of the body and mind.
Beer is prose. Wine is poetry.
With my eyes closed, I ask if she knows how this will all turn out. "Long-term or short-term?" she asks. Both. "Long-term," she says, "we're all going to die. Then our bodies will rot. No surprise there. Short-term, we're going to live happily ever after. " Really? "Really," she says. "So don't sweat it.
I do have a peripatetic and active intellectual curiosity.
For everyone of us that succeeds, it's because there's somebody there to show you the way out.