I think it's time for me to start practicing what I preach. I should start taking my own advice. I oft find myself telling others to "relax, don't stress, things will work out in the end," but then, once I return to my own room, once I'm alone with my own thoughts, I do the exact opposite. I worry. I stress. I fret. Over my schoolwork, my relationships, my future, and everything in-between; over things I can and cannot control.
It's a really brisk, beautiful fall day in Azusa, and sitting here, outside of Starbucks with a Cinnamon Dolce Latte in hand, listening to sweet songs, enjoying the beauty of my surroundings, I find myself met with the reoccurring realization that these worries are pointless. It's not that I didn't know this before, I just tend to forget. I get so caught up in everything, get caught up in life, that after several sleepless nights, my worries get the best of me, and I catch myself spiraling down. But it's all pointless. Fretting over things beyond my control is futile; nothing is going to change their outcome. And stressing over things in my control is also useless, unless I begin to act on them. If I simply sit and worry, nothing will change. But if I get up and do something about it, they will. I know, it's a lot easier said than done when it comes to certain aspects of life, but you've got to start somewhere.
It's time for me to relax. Not stress. And believe that things will work out in the end, while doing my best with what I can. In short, I need to just breathe.
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