Don’t forget that corruption always arrives dressed as opportunity
We grasp at joy like children clutching soap bubbles. We flee from pain as if we could outrun our own shadows. Both futile.
Some straight, some winding, some underground. All reach the same destination.
The cartoon image of angel and devil on your shoulders isn't childish fantasy but an accurate map of consciousness according to ancient Yogi wisdom
They don't kill for God. They kill for themselves and call it divine."
Perfect rules meet imperfect humans. The wisdom is in persisting through the gap.
You carry assumptions right now that limit your growth. Beliefs you've never examined. Certainties that blind you to possibility.
Along with knowledge comes pride's subtle companion. It sneaks in when you're counting your accomplishments.
The joy lives in the doing, not the done. The meaning hides in the practice, not the prize. The sweetness was never in the trophy.
Maintain wonder. Accept how much remains hidden. You're swimming in miracles, waiting to open your eyes underwater.
Every life you judge is one memory-erasure away from being your own.
To choose presence anyway, one moment at a time.
