Play From Your Fucking Heart: A Somewhat Twisted Escape Plan for People Who Usually Hate Self-Help Books

It’s an amazing thing when you begin to look at it – that there is actually very little within our Western world that encourages us to really be alive, to be aware, to be conscious.

Comfort zones are plush lined coffins. When you stay in your plush lined coffins, you die. Stan Dale said that…

“the ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”

So long as he fails to realize this, so long as he thinks he is free, he has no chance whatever.”

People live in a state of a hypnotic “waking sleep”. Maleficent events such as wars and so on could not possibly take place if people were more awake. People in their typical state function as unconscious automatons, but one can “wake up” and become a different sort of human being altogether.

Chances are if you have a dull, grey, low grade ever present depressed feeling, if you live life with a sense that something’s missing, like something’s not quite right, you too are probably living an inauthentic existence.

Nature is a wonderful teacher if you take the time to notice. Sadly for most of us it’s become an enemy, something to hide from behind double-glazed windows in centrally heated air-conditioned artificially illuminated boxes called homes. But if you do ever venture out of your box there are a million miracles available to those who pause long enough

emotions don’t have a mixing board – they just have a master volume. You can’t fade out sadness and pain and fade up happiness and joy. You turn one down they all go down.

it’s a perpetual Sunday afternoon existence.