The moment something is out of place, the fixation begins. Why is this happening? What series of events led to this?
Neglecting the subtle signs of certainty, the mental torture ignites into this raging fire of discomfort and confusion.
Questions are becoming endless and answers seem to be too few and far between. The temptation to make an enemy out of nothing is a reflection of the strife consuming fragments of one’s being.
How does one just stop this? Let go of the push and pull that comes with the desire to just walk away from it all? How long after the darkness does light start to shine back in?…If it shines in.
The depths of moments like these expose a much more fragile, self-destructive interpretation of this mishap. Five minutes have not even passed since the start of this turmoil and time again has left you behind.
Not surprisingly though, an overanalysis has once again evolved into an overreaction and in turn resulted in an overflow of self-doubt.
Lord maybe one day I will get it right and first look to You.
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