I think I have a problem of letting go. Okay, that's probably an understatement. I definitely do have a problem of letting go, but before, I only focused on letting go of things that were already fading or dying, not petty things that I had no business of possessing in the first place.
I think stress just magnifies the pettiness in everyone, until the need for control becomes the most out-of-control of all, looming over the rest like an eye atop a lone tower, until the inescapable gaze rests upon the most insignificant things, setting it aflame, until every thought and stilted perception becomes shrouded under a cloud of smoke; until our fears dive under it, unseen; until we are lost in what we are afraid of.
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Monday, January 25, 2010
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