High anxiety. I have it occasionally. When I devoutly wish
for outcomes. Over which I have absolute no control. I’d be better off. Merely
letting things happen. Without the anxiety. Yes, it’s a matter of learning
acceptance. For instance, I desperately want Donald Trump to lose the
presidential election. I’m having pangs of anxiety. Over the possibility that he might win. Imagining that it will bring on a terrible political
situation Maybe not as terrible as what
happened in Nazi Germany. But nevertheless, bad, bad, bad. Of course, if my
worst fears become real, that will add to my unrelenting anxiety. I’d have to
find a way to cope. Maybe by moving to
another country. And getting on with life. In a happy and loving manner. Free of anxiety. --Jim Broede
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