How Good Can It Get?

On the day you die, you will have e-mail in your inbox.”

Suddenly something clicked inside me. I got what Mr. Everit was telling me. Not just about the violinist, or quilting, or passion. About everything. I got the Big Picture. Somehow my life was an expression of perfection, even if I couldn't explain how. The universe embodied a vast wisdom that could deliver all of my dreams to my doorstep, if I just got out of my own way and let life love me. And it all began with me saying yes—to myself, to every experience that brought me to where I now stand, to everything. I was as rich as Mr. Everit and everyone who discovered gold right where they lived. I already had enough, and I could have more. I was happy and I was hungry.

You help the flow, even create it, by keeping your goal foremost in your mind and not letting yourself be distracted by appearances to the contrary. Anchor yourself in your objective, and obstacles will evaporate as you walk through them.”

Take what you have and make what you want,” he repeated matter-of-factly. “It's the secret of happiness.

The purpose of life is not to arrive safely at death.

Confusion is the last stop on the train to clarity