Everyday something will happen that’ll sour my mood. I go into each day with the intention of remaining calm, knowing that things will happen to disrupt and perturb me. It’s written in Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations. Even then, people were treating each other the same.
Lately, it’s been taking less and less to set me off. I’m easily annoyed and frustrated. My mind churns constantly, the custard of thoughts only gets thicker. It compounds. Interrupted flow.
Doing more isn’t helpful, and neither is doing less. I’m restless. All of my tabs are left open.
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