You wait for days, months, years, for a set appointment. It hasn't come yet. It didn't show up. It's been delayed for a long time [...] I'll tell you, even if it hurts. It won't come. Don't wait. Not because it rejects you. But because it can't come. It never promised you that. You imagined it, you needed to believe it [...]
The day will never come when a well-dressed, perfect, flawless, sinless, impeccable self will appear within you. No, it won't come. It can't come, because it simply doesn't exist [...] You wanted it deep down, as an alibi, as an excuse, so that you never start the journey [...] Start the journey, even if you don't feel ready. Even if you don't feel perfect, good, and amazing [...]
"But I don't know the way...", you'll say. You don't need to know it. When you walk, the roads open up and you see paths everywhere.