I want it, and I want it now.
Having tantrums like a babe. Throwing fists against the wind.
When I’m hungry I find that the best part is eating my meal. Yet so often I crave end results – the being satisfied part. As if there were some permanent end.
Life is always changing. There is no end. The end is the process.
What is it that you’re trying to create? Don’t kill the fun of the process by being so anxious to see the results.
I found that the best way to live is one day at a time. One moment at a time. This doesn’t mean we shouldn’t make plans. Go ahead. Make your plans. Just don’t get lost in trying to figure it all out meanwhile life slips through your fingers.