The mind is the executioner of reality, the slayer of the true; the mind is the destroyer of love.
Just give it up
If we want to transform ourselves radically, we need to sacrifice our own sufferings.
Or Is It Just Another Day
When the day one is living is taken as the totality of one’s life, when one does not leave for tomorrow what one must do this very day, then indeed one gets to know what the work on oneself really means.
When one identifies himself with the different events of life, he makes many mistakes. If one identifies himself with a drink that a drunken friend offers to him, he ends up drunk. If one identifies himself with a person of the opposite sex, then he ends up fornicating. If one identifies himself with an insulter’s words, then one ends up insulting them back.