Rare is the man who has no dependencies and, therefore, no anxiety; who can let come what comes and let go what goes.
We are alone. The space between us is love. Meet me there.
There is no problem with pleasure, none whatsoever. Until we want more of it. And then, furred and coal-eyed, there it is, a scurry of pain, of not having what we want.
Let come what comes, let go what goes.
What do you need to stop doing?
A man is nonconforming to the extent that he pleases himself, and conforming to the extent that he pleases others.
“This above all; to thine own self be true.”
Do what you want.