You wait for days, months, years, for a scheduled appointment. It hasn’t come yet. It hasn’t shown up. It’s been a long time [...] I’ll tell you, and it may hurt. It won’t come. Don’t wait. Not because it rejects you. But because it can’t come. It never promised you. 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 will not come. It cannot come, simply because it doesn’t exist [...] you wanted it too deep down, as an excuse, as a justification, to never start the journey [...]

Start the journey, even if you don’t feel ready. Even if you don’t feel perfect, good, and great [...] “But I don’t know the way...,” you will say. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know it; it’s not necessary. When you walk, paths open up and you see trails emerging everywhere.

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]