When You Do The Work, You See

When You Srgue With Reality, You Lose, But Only 100% Of The Time.

That's The Purpose Of Stress. It's A Friend. It's An Alarm Clock, Built In To Let You Know That It's Time To Do The Work.

I Was Clinically Depressed. I Was Paranoid. I Was Agoraphobic. I Would Have Days At A Time Of Not Being Able To Even Bathe Or Brush My Teeth.

In The Fall, You Don't Grieve Because The Leaves Are Falling And Dying. You Say, "isn't It Beautiful!" Well, We're The Same Way. There Are Seasons. We All Fall Sooner Or Later. It's All So Beautiful. And Our Concepts, Without Investigation, Keep Us From Knowing This. It's Beautiful To Be A Leaf, To Be Born, To Fall, To Give Way To The Next, To Become Food For The Roots. It's Life, Always Changing Its Form And Always Giving Itself Completely. We All Do Our Part. No Mistake.

It's A Wonderful World When You Have What You Want At All Times.