Never had I ever been so anxious. The pressure was welling up so within me that I could hear my own heart beat from the veins on my head. This wasn't the plan. No, this was not what I imagined. I shouldn't be here... How'd I slow down, and when? Slowly, it consumed me. Worry.
How do I breathe? As much as I thought I prided myself on being a pretty chill guy, this sunk it hard. This feeling of—hmm, what's it called again?—uncertainty, yes. So I fled. I thought I needed fresh air and a change of scenery. And it worked, until it didn't.
Somehow, someway, I found the answer. It was right there all along. Seemly simple words yet evergreen, enough for all situations. "...instead, pray about everything."
But of course! How could I take my shoe to a carpenter to fix?
And like a breeze from nowhere on a hot afternoon, calm and tranquility reigned. A gentle sigh, a peaceful mind. For, really, worry is never the antidote yet, however, a poison.
Everyone encounters such kinds of situations and feeling worried is also normal. I think we should not give too much pressure on ourselves because with time everything will be fine.
Indeed it's a poison and it should be eliminated as fast as possible.
Thanks, man
Worries are part of life. Remember to breathe and slow down sometimes. Life is not going away, believe me. Things may not wait for you but it's necessary to find your own pace. I wish you the best of luck.
Breathe in... breathe out. Thanks!
That's a great practice, I'm trying to be relaxed. Thanks.