Helî

İçimizde şeytan yok... İçimizde acizlik var, tembellik var. İradesizlik, bilgisizlik ve bunların hepsinden daha korkunç bir şey; hareketleri görmekten kaçma eğilimi var...

"...Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it..." (Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert)

Your treasure - your perfection - is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the busy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart.

Like you I Iove love, life, the sweet smell of things, the sky-blue landscape of January days. And my blood boils up and I laugh through eyes that have known the buds of tears. I believe the world is beautiful and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone. And that my veins don't end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, little things, landscape and bread, the poetry of everyone.

Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.