Trying to be successful, trying to be beautiful, trying to be loved—these futilities have trying as their common element. Let’s be clear about what trying is: trying is failing. Nothing beautiful tries.
The first and most essential element of a loving relationship is lots of space. Love refers to that which is timeless and indestructible. Let the heart that burns with love burn itself out.
Love has no properties, nothing to validate a story, swear allegiance to or believe in. The Tibetan Book of the Dead describes it as “the luminous splendour of the colourless light of Emptiness.
I am not prepared to enter a relationship until I can say, ‘I like my own company best of all.’ For it is inscribed on the tablet of your heart: Nobody completes anybody.
Is there anything more dispiriting than the attempt to rekindle romance?
Trying is failing.
And love is not personal.