Feeling overwhelmed is stressful, anxiety-inducing, and such a motivational killer. Spinning a multitude of plates anybody is not going to be easy.
Why are we taking on so much more than we can handle?
Can we reframe this as: us constantly pushing back, resisting what should be?
Or perhaps it’s: us growing new muscles to push further, move faster, and lift heavier.
There’s beauty in not having a strict right answer, but instead allowing things to come and go as they are.
No, it’s always about you and it always will be.
In the most unselfish way possible, it has always been about you. From the way you handle your problems, to the manner in which you respond to your worst enemy. Your external responses and actions are a reflection of who you are and how you treat yourself.
Why are we here if what we do is not for finding ourselves? What are we doing if we’re not living to do meaningful things, make someone else’s life better, or finding the true delicate places in the world?