(from a May 2006 journal entry)
I have got to stop worrying about what other people think of me.
I have to remember what I read yesterday on that sidewalk board:
The path to freedom of worrying that other people are thinking of you is to know that they are not thinking about you – they are too busy thinking about themselves.
But why is it that the clearest things in life are also the easiest to dismiss? It’s like we expect life to be nothing but a series of difficulties. When we are given the wisdom of an elder, is it not common to say, “a ha!,” and only a minute later, revert to as though we were never taught?