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King of Nothing

Choosing to understand yourself is the real first step to change.

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Growing

Once we become adults, why do we stop acknowledging that we continue to grow? What are you hoping to grow out of, or grow into? What are you going to be when you grow up?

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Let it roll

How do we find the strength when we don’t have the strength? We do as much as we can, and no more.

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Push it real good

Not pushing is not the same as giving up. It’s about taking the long view, about giving yourself space.

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Don’t give up

Past performance isn’t an indication of future failure.

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Choose again

We always have the opportunity to change our mind, to make the right choice even after a long string of wrong choices.

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It’s all in the way that she moves

How to judge when you’re in the right place? When effort and ease are not just both present, but in balance.

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It’s just a little rain

Sometimes we have to accept that things move a little slower, that we have to spend more time inside.

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You’re much stronger than you think you are

It’s not about simply enduring, it’s about flourishing even when challenged—being the blade of grass that grows up through the sidewalk.

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Be whole

I have dreamed of that song, of the strange words to that simple rhyme-song, and on several occasions I have understood what she was saying, in my dreams. In those dreams I spoke that language too, the first language, and I had dominion over the nature of all that was real. In my dream, it was the tongue of what is, and anything spoken in it becomes real, because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick of everything. In my dreams I have used that language to heal the sick and to fly; once I dreamed I kept a perfect little bed-and-breakfast by the seaside, and to everyone who came to stay with me I would say, in that tongue, “Be whole,” and they would become whole, not be broken people, not any longer, because I had spoken the language of shaping.

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