Our greed for joy is the sole reason for our sorrows

All suffering is a consequence of a constant quest. A quest to follow a mirage, the mirage that is the creation of our mind, the illusion of happiness, the illusion of being loved. That is what it is. Love itself is an illusion. We misuse the word so much we forget what it means. It means nothing, because it simply does not exist. It is the destiny of the mind to seek. When it does not discover what it seeks, it gives birth to hopelessness. And given our undying spirit, from that hopelessness rises hope itself. This hope takes us to the quest all over again, churning us in an endless cycle of suffering. This cycle is called life. Suffer you will, one way or the other...

What good is speed without the ability to brake?

Children are God's way to rekindle the dwindling magic in relationships.

Children are like water; they don't much care where the stream takes them. They do nothing to avoid or follow the contours.

Could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;