You must not lose your sensitivity to life.

The flowing stream feels every pebble. Yet in your hurry to conquer, you often forget to feel.

A child laughs, a dog barks, a stranger sighs. Each moment a brushstroke on the canvas of existence. But it is easy for your eyes to grow dim, and your heart to become calloused.

Stay awake. Stay raw. For in sensitivity lies the path to true aliveness.

To truly see is to become. When you witness joy, you are joy. When you observe sorrow, you are sorrow.

The boundary between observer and observed is but an illusion, a veil waiting to be lifted by the hand of awareness.

Sensitivity is not weakness, but the highest form of strength.