I seek it, long for it. I am aware that it is within me. It is there, somewhere. And that the stress and physical tension I feel is self-made and self-generated. It is mine. I create it, trigger it. All of it. I give myself pain, unnecessarily. I know this.. All of this. And yet I long for the other. I believe others have, display it. I think I see and am the presence of it. They would probably dispute it. We are all actors. Let it rise to the surface, the fretting serves no purpose. It depletes my energy, hurts my body. Let me breathe and pay attention to the moment. All will come and all will be done.
