Let the Gods create the days, and just live through them.

The Buddha told him, "When we sit, we know we are sitting. When we walk, we know we are walking. When we eat, we know we are eating,

She plucked the blossoms from the bag and arranged them, one by one, in the water glass on her dressing table.
"They'll never keep," I said. "They're [hibiscus] a terrible cutting flower. They'll wilt by morning."
"I know," she said." But don't they look so pretty right now, just as they are?"
I nodded. I wished I could see the beauty in the moment the way Kitty did. It was a gift.

Things were a little untidy, but what did that matter? It was possible to become the slave of things; possible to miss life in preparation for living.

We fall back into the past, we jump ahead into the future, and in this we lose our entire lives.

I’d wish it were easier to not allow other people’s pasts to create my own present.