Just remember, you are lucky to just.be.alive. Remember more often.
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I have learned this very early when I was at the dawn of my teenage year.
We ought to have strong, ferocious, fearless appetite to chew, eat, and digest stress(es).
Jordan B. Peterson succinctly, and precisely put it, “Life is Suffering.”
It’s pointless to be whining about one.
Sweet reminiscent.
There have been plenty of anxiety-full instances in my life.
I’ve trembled in front of people — for real, not metaphorically. Shamefully.
I’ve had many, many, so many sleepless nights. They were painful.
I’ve had meltdown(s). I’ve cried alone countless times, because I’m clueless, directionless, afraid.
I’ve had episodes after episodes of terrible headaches, burning eyes, weary, soulless, ill-stricken body. Long days. Cold nights.
I swallowed them all.
This past week, I was talking to my twin brother about the same.
One of the greatest strength or call it virtue of a man and a woman is his/her capacity to wither storm, to be strong when situation demands one, to deliberately seek for discomfort, to invite stress(es) of utmost utility.
In short. Seek for right kind of stress. And, it is our ultimate responsibility to take care of ourselves, to be kind to ourselves, to rest, re-energize, re-walk as we navigate this treacherous peaks and valleys of life.
Lastly.
Can’t run from stress.
Can dissolve stress.
She will show up the next morning soon as you open your eyes.
She will demand a welcoming kiss, a warm embrace.
See,.. she’s not really a bad one to be around.
Balance is tricky so is challenging.
For, she grows in you.
You grow with her.
Namaste.