You Are What Exists Before All Stories.

The World You Live In Is 100 Percent Your Own Responsibility. If You Don't Like Your World, It Doesn't Work To Say, "well, It's My Mother's Fault. She Taught Me How To Think."

When You Run In Fear, It's Square Into The Wall.

So What Is It With Your Mother That You Haven't Worked Out Yet?

What Would It Be Like To Let Go Of Wanting Things To Be Other Than They Are?

How Do You React When You Think You Need People's Love? Do You Become A Slave For Their Approval?