stories
Once upon a time, when I was young, I used to wear big, heavy army boots. They kept my feet on the ground. Without them I might have floated away and become lost forever among the wooly, milky clouds.
And then I grew up.
Now I fly in the sky, in my little red slippers.
With knowledge and understanding we explain reality, with presence and awareness we create it.
Tuesday’s impossible idea: things that come easily and without effort are worth having, we don’t need to risk getting killed to get stronger, we don’t need privations to develop character, we don’t need to sacrifice to be good, we don’t need to suffer to appreciate happiness, we don’t need pain to grow, we don’t need frustration to change. We can have it all happily, joyously, and everything is perfect.
