All this rushing
Will soon be over;
For it is in lingering
That we receive insight.
Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

When you get out of the driver’s seat, you find that life can drive itself, that actually life has always been driving itself.
When you get out of the driver’s seat, it can drive itself so much easier – it can flow in ways you never imagined.
Life becomes almost magical. The illusion of the “me” is no longer in the way.
Life begins to flow, and you never know where it will take you.
Adyashanti
The mind is always seeking zones of safety, and these zones of safety are continually falling apart. Then we scramble to get another zone of safety back together again. We spend all our energy and waste our lives trying to re-create these zones of safety, which are always falling apart.
That’s samsara: The cycle of suffering that comes from continuing to seek happiness in all the wrong places.
Pema Chödrön, The Wisdom of No Escape
Your mind has decided what you want to be happening, and what you don’t want to be happening, and that’s what you’re having a problem with.
The cause of suffering is that you have a way you want it to be… and now you suffer when it’s not that way, don’t you? You decided, “I don’t want it to be a certain way.” Then you suffer, when it is that way. I want it to be a certain way. It doesn’t be that way. You suffer……Because you have made up in your mind how you want the moment in front of you – and by the way, the moment that hasn’t happened yet and the one that already happened – how you want them to be. Because you did that with your mind, you are suffering.
Here’s how I define suffering. If you have to be doing anything about it to try and be OK, it means you’re suffering.
Michael Singer, Every Day Gets Lighter When You Let Go of Yourself
Things haven’t changed much in 2,000 years.
Everyone hurries their life on
and suffers from a yearning for the future and a weariness of the present.
But the one who bestows all of their time on their own needs,
who plans out every day as if it were their last,
neither longs for, nor fears, the next day.
Seneca, De Brevitate Vitae [On the Shortness of Life] AD 49