We’re never safe from the torch of fear and anxiety.
The only thing we can control is our reaction to the current circumstances.
Wrote the poet John Milton in the seventeenth century: “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”
When we reach the end of our life, our experience will be an accumulation of responses.
What we process and pay attention to is what we become. Distractions are a fungus.
Inculcating calmness helps preempt the of dizziness each stimulus.
Unless we develop the steadiness of thoughts, the world will always find a way to intrude on our ideals.
Best moving on then unpinned from the forced manipulation of other people’s identities.