The more we pursue success, the more reminded we are of our failure.
The more we try to fix ourselves, the more broken we feel.
The more we’re trying to make it, the more palpable the sense that we haven’t made it.
The more we want to be free, the more we confine ourselves.
The more love we seek, the less love we experience.
Nothing is without its opposite, in the world of the relative.
The search for success is a reaction to failure or an attempt to avoid failure. In either case, it is instigated and defined by failure.
Looking for happiness is an admission that we don’t have it. And an assumption that we might not find it. And the harder we look, the more slippery attaining it becomes.
How do we get anything we want then? By considering that we can’t find what we don’t know we already have.
The search—all search—is for a state of mind. Or more precisely, for the absence of one. It’s a search for the absence of the illusion of the wrongness of being. It’s a search for a state of mind in which there’s no doubt about the rightness of being who we are in this very moment.