Stress when I was little

Today was a stressful day. You know, just one of those days where a lot of tiny things seem to put an unsurmountable amount of pressure on you mentally. As I sat underneath the Christmas lights I had this sudden wish, I wish I could overcome stress like a child again.

Growing up I would be the last person on planet Earth to stress out over anything, nothing frazzled me. It was because I always knew that every problem I had was being looked at too closely. I knew that soon, very soon, things would untangle themselves and my worries would look like sheer balderdash. Life was like a play, a happy play. I don’t know how that changed.

Problems now seem a lot more complex, they seem a lot more dire, their consequences seem impenetrable. SEEM. The thing is, I am not sure if that is in fact the reality of the situation, or if I can still afford to look at life as my happy play.

Are grown up problems different in nature or have our minds been trained over the years to look at things differently, to fear, to panic, to stress?

I am not certain what the answer to that question is, but today, I am going to try to overcome my stress by looking at it like a child, things will work out, life is nothing but a happy play.



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