Life cannot give me what I need while I chase after what I want. What comes to me unbidden, unanticipated, is the precondition to contentment. Contentment is not an achievement. Not a result.
I used to be religious and was, for a time, a minister. Once, during a visit, a lapsed parishioner told me he was going to try to get to church.
Imagine that—a well-off, scratch golfer trying to get to church.
Trying is failing. Do what you feel like doing.
Effectiveness is determined by this—the ability to come to a complete stop.
When I am still, I am home.
It is the strangest thing, finding a deeper satisfaction in what I refrain from doing than in what I actually do. And restraint is still the most beautiful word in the English language.