Rob Tourtelot
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Rob Tourtelot
By Andrea Cohen
No matter how seriously sick one may be, for example, one’s life is still 100% life. Even if we are dying, our life is still 100% life. Even if we are in prison, our life is still 100% life. There is no such thing as a 50% life or a 70% life. Each moment is all of our life.
The Imperfectionist: Living two hours in the future
-Zen priest Shohaku Okamura
"Perhaps going in the direction of what we call truth is, at least, to 'unlie,' not to lie. Our lives are buildings made up of lies. We have to lie to live. But to write we must try to unlie. Something renders going in the direction of truth and dying almost synonymous. We cannot read about it, we cannot bear it, we cannot say it; all we can think
... See moreSometimes it's harder, sometimes there are moments where you're like, man, I really wish I could escape this moment and go check Instagram or something, but instead I'm just going to sit here and my kid's crying and dinner's terrible because the kids are just being total jerks and I'm tired and not feeling great and my wife is upset because she's... See more
J.E. Petersen • Uncomfortable on Purpose
Can you find where this moment comes from or where it goes home to?
John Tarrant • Bring Me the Rhinoceros: And Other Zen Koans That Will Save Your Life
The Focusing Question collapses all possible questions into one: “What’s the ONE Thing I can do / such that by doing it / everything else will be easier or unnecessary?”
Gary Keller • The One Thing: The Surprisingly Simple Truth Behind Extraordinary Results: Achieve your goals with one of the world's bestselling success books
When I practice 'being conscious of being conscious', I don't just watch my experience, I find myself appreciating my experience.
Tim Freke • How Long Is Now?
From Joan Didion, delightfully tart, in response to being asked by an interviewer about using the good silverware every day: “Well, every day is all there is.”
Sarah Thankam Mathews • every day is all there is
I’m going to settle for small, random stabs of extreme interestingness – moments of intense awareness of the things I’m about to lose, and of gladness that they exist