Everything feels like a battle. It’s a battle to get things done on time. It’s a battle to pay attention to everything that’s happening. It’s a battle to keep others happy and cooperative. It’s a battle to figure out what to do and when to do it. It’s a battle to find time to relax and even more of a battle to actually relax.
I’m stuck in the feeling that everything that happens to me is a kind of conflict. I’ve become too combative, too resistant, too fortified in myself. I’m fighting my way through life instead of flowing with it. All of this is unsustainable, and I need to bring an end to this tension before it brings an end to me.
I’ve recognized the problem, but there is still the question of how to resolve it. I know I need to act with compassion, but how? My attention is far too limited. I’m seeing life only through the lens of conflict and opposition.
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