Le miracle c'est de marcher sur la terre. - Thích Nhất Hạnh

In the stormy ocean of life, take refuge in your wise self.

Love needs to be nurtured and fed to survive; and our suffering also survives because we enable and feed it. We ruminate on suffering, regret, and sorrow. We chew on them, swallow them, bring them back up, and eat them again and again. If we’re feeding our suffering while we’re walking, working, eating, or talking, we are making ourselves victims of the ghosts of the past, of the future, or our worries in the present. We’re not living our lives.

My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground on which I stand.