from “Prisoner” artwork by Rasa Kolko.
When we’re stressed, things seem serious, time feels scarce, and control slips through our fingers. Our brains prescribe sweet pills of tranquility, saying, “Just sit here… What’s the rush? Why stress in this fleeting world? Sit, I have something logical for you in just two hours.” Usually, it wins in arguments, offering the most sensible and desirable solutions – a safe haven, free of pain.
During such times, what we ingest as a remedy, instead of soothing the pain, intensifies the severity of the ailment, diverting real attention away from ourselves. For many of us, drowning in the everyday deluge of technology is one of the thousands of cursed counterfeit remedies, even exacerbating many of our issues.
The endless blue light…
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