Burn Your Bridges Every 2 Years.

Whenever The Internal Dialogue Stops, The World Collapses, And Extraordinary Facets Of Ourselves Surface, As Though They Had Been Kept Heavily Guarded By Our Words.

A Warrior Knows That He Is Only A Man. His Only Regret Is That His Life Is So Short That He Can't Grab Onto All The Things He Would Like To. But For Him, This Is Not An Issue; It's Only A Pity.

"only If One Loves This Earth With Unbending Passion Can One Relieve One's Sadness," Don Juan Said. "warriors Are Always Joyful Because Their Love Is Unalterable And Their Beloved, The Earth, Embraces Them And Bestows Upon Them Inconceivable Gifts. The Sadness Belongs Only To Those Who Hate The Very Thing That Gives Shelter To Their Beings." Don Juan Again Caressed The Ground With Tenderness. "this Lovely Being, Which Is Alive To Its Last Recesses And Understands Every Feeling, Soothed Me, It Cured Me Of My Pains, And Finally When I Had Fully Understood My Love For It, It Taught Me Freedom."

Things Don't Change. You Change Your Way Of Looking, That's All

To Worry Is To Become Accessible, Unwittingly Accessible. And Once You Worry You Cling To Anything Out Of Desperation; And Once You Cling You Are Bound To Get Exhausted Or To Exhaust Whoever Or Whatever You Are Clinging To.