To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.
For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.
One of my major teachers gave me the instruction, he said he wanted me for a year to have [as] my main practice to always go into my insecurity. And he said, I want you to find your confidence in your insecurity, not by trying to get rid of your insecurity.