I came across something I wrote last week Thursday. I was really anxious that day and my chest was paining me, so I decided to write all the possible reasons for feeling anxious.
Looking at all I wrote, it’s just nothing now because they have passed.
Now, it seems so small, but then, it made me anxious. Maybe if I saw then what I see now that things are better, I might not have been as anxious.
But then again, there’s something about the human mind that makes what they are going through, or what is bothering them seem so big; bigger than anything else.
This is life.
As usual, be a light in your space 💫