all these words

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?

There’s a basket
full of loaves on your head,

Yet you’re begging
for crusts of bread from door to door.

Pay attention
to your own head, abandon giddiness.

Why are you knocking at every other door?
Go, knock at the door of your own heart.

Oh shut up. Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you’re here.

The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it’s gone.