The belief that one ought to have goals to strive for is at the heart of suffering. Some spend their whole lives caught in a compulsory cycle of desperation to achieve something in life, as if the marvelous fact that they exist isn’t enough.

We live in a world of go-getting motivational marketers, pushing action on the world as their drug of choice.

Life is simple. Nothing needs to be done. Nothing is urgent.

Actions which change the fate of nations are indeed no different than no action at all.

We have the freedom to choose the context of our lives and create whatever meanings we wish. And those who choose stillness and silence for their lives are just as important as those who feed ten million starving people across the world. There is no importance or unimportance in either. They just are.

Striving for achievement is an illusion. It’s simply our identity attempting to reinforce itself through yet another channel. And we don’t notice because at our core we believe we ought to be doing something with our lives.

Freedom lies in the realization that you don’t need to achieve anything to be worthy of existing. Your task is to hold the space for experience. You’re not a doer, you’re a watcher. You just haven’t realized you’ve been given a fake, plastic steering wheel. You think you’re driving the car, when you’re actually sitting in the back seat…