Rules should always be bent, if not broken. It's the only way to have any fun.
You should never fast-forward into the future. Because every time you do, you rob yourself of the journey, the present moment, which, in the end, is all there really is.
We are not defined by our things. It's not the clothes that we wear, the cars that we drive, the art we acquire--it's not where we live--but how we live that defines us.
Most people live their whole lives without ever noticing what's directly in front of them.
You can't escape karma ... It is what it is. It doesn't judge, it's neither good nor bad like most people think. It's the result of all the actions, positive and negative--a constant balancing act of events--cause and effect--tit for tat--reaping and sowing--what goes around comes around ... However you phrase it, it's the same in the end.
Once something is done it can't be undone. There's no rewind. No going back. The only thing a person can ever really do is keep moving forward.
Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy.
You can't change the past, it just is.
Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites.
The best way to deal with eternity is by living it one day at a time.
There's no such thing as coincidence--the universe is far too precise for random events.
Forgiveness is healing ... especially forgiving yourself.
While we may judge things as good or bad, karma doesn't. It's a simple case of like gets like, the ultimate balancing act, nothing more, nothing less. And if you're determined to fix every situation you deem as bad, or difficult, or somehow unsavory, then you rob the person of their own chance to fix it, learn from it, or even grow from it. Some things, no matter how painful, happen for a reason. A reason you or I may not be able to grasp at first sight, not without knowing a person's entire life story--their cumulative past. And to just barge in and interfere, no matter how well-intentioned, would be akin to robbing them of their journey. Something that's better not done.
I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone -- you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.