It’s not a smooth task much of the time, achieving inner peace or peeling away even the lightest husk of anxiety. Your mental faculties roll like oil and water at odds with each other in spite of the best attempts at harmony. The softest sounds can be tortuous Sisyphean efforts, even if they really do speak to you. Just not the right time, the right air, or the right environment, you reckon. Whatever opaque alligators lock down these gulfs of time in their manic jaws, it helps to remove yourself. Let clarity leak back in like peeking light, foggy but no less welcome.
Keep it out of hand, at least every now and then when that pervasive sense of incongruity creeps back.
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