Once I dropped from my shoulders the self-imposed burden of having to “save the world,” I could breathe a sigh of relief and ask myself, “What can I still do?”
We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot, but is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it liveable.We work with being, but non-being is what we use.
Tao Te Ching