It’s amazing how attached I feel to something I shouldn’t feel that way about, yet the things that are supposed to be important slide off like water on a duck’s back.

When I die, the only thing that will matter are the connections I made, but while I’m alive it’s those connections that cause such suffering. If I let go, I’ll feel better. But if I let go, I feel dead, empty inside. Whether it is nobler to suffer the slings and arrows, I know not.