A common misconception is that the world has many problems. It has just one problem—the misuse of the human mind. A misused mind either wants something or fears something. It can’t relax.
Skillful doing has no wanting in it, no desire for anything. Wanting something is the corruption of something. The reward for right action is the action itself.
Surely it is beneath our dignity to run after anything—especially a dream.
Out of nowhere comes the desire to make a good impression. So we arrange our faces, adjust our bodies, think of something to say. It’s strange. Who wants as his epitaph this lusterless encomium: “He made a good impression”?
Nothing fans the flames of desire like I-am-the-body consciousness. The man who thinks he’s a body is a rolling appetite. His eyes tell the story.