Why do I still keep stressin'?

[Guest guest]

This isn't a psychological question, it's a philosophical one.

I still get stressed over stuff. Thankfully, it's not nearly to the extreme as

before I started The Work. Before, I felt lost in a dark maze. The Work turned

on a light and I could finally find my out. Each maze ended in the exact same

spot. Yet, I still find myself beginning new mazes. If any of that makes sense.

I already rationally know where each will end if I Work them (peace, serenity,

joy, love...) But-*plop!*-here I am dropped into a new issue to agonize over...

It's an interesting split in my psyche between the fearful tantrumy toddler--too

small to understand the apparently disturbing world around her; and the wise old

man on the mount--looking down with a serene knowingness of how it all perfectly

works. I occupy both mindsets now and over the same issues in question.

There's that part of me that believes the stressful thought and wants to react

negatively, and then there's that part of me that knows how to see through the

illusion and react peacefully and calmly. It's a fork in the road. And while I

know one leads to pain and the other to serenity, that painful road is

reeeeeeeeaaaaally tantalizing.

Hm...

Such a conundrum...

Hypegia

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Self-Answers:

(Wise Old Man): It is what it is. >nodding and smiling<

(Grumpy Toddler): *IT* is not good enough! >stamps foot<