My Philosophy
As the blacksmith straightens an arrow, a wise man governs his thoughts, by their nature unstable, restless and difficult to control.
Thoughts quiver and they struggle to escape death as fish taken to their abode liquid and thrown on land.
The mastery of one's mind, rebellious, capricious and wandering is the way to happiness.
The essay observes continuamentei own thoughts, which are subtle, elusive and wandering. This is the way to happiness.
Thoughts, bodiless and wandering, wandering away. Pick them up in the cave of the heart and freed from the bondage of desire and death.
Dhammapada III, 33,34,35,36,37

