“So I’m thinking that bliss is ever present inside all of us. It is neither caused by a sunset or by a song or by a god. The sunset and the song and the god merely reveal the bliss that was there all along. Nothing external produces bliss inside…nothing. They only reveal, temporarily, what is there all along. We just have to see it, then stop occupying our minds with ways to escape it. And that’s the first tricky part.
The second tricky part is realising that everything is fleeting, including these thoughts. Something may not seem true tomorrow because I believe it to be true today. And that’s okay.”
Me. Today. After The Art of Dying.