I got it all wrong.

I am at the end of my week of experimentation, and I find, much to my surprise and chagrin, that I had it all wrong. I don't really like how it feels to be wrong, by the way. And to be wrong about something so vitally important as happiness, seems to me rather very unenlightened …

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They belong exclusively to you. No one can steal them from you. When you open your eyes for the first time, in that brief second, that breath before you think and your programming kicks in, you have a choice: How are you going to shape your next thought? Huh? Yes, the sleep from the night …

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