It's interesting how the stress relievers that relieve our stress are actually the ones that start it.
Take sleep for example.
Sleep relieves us from our stressors, allowing us to escape from this hellhole of a reality and enter into a world where our imaginations allow us to bend our dreams into our preferences.
But while away in our fantasy, the time in reality spins and rotates, unwilling to wait for us to return. They spin and spin and spin, the clock tick, tick, ticking away. And when we finally awake from heaven and enter back into hell, the things we wished to forget—to suppress—all comes toward us like a truck to a pedestrian—fast, hard, and merciless.
Stress relievers are stress causers.
So does sleep really relieve stress?
Or does it only cover it up like a bandaid.
Do they actually work?
Or do they only allow us to escape the responsibilities we know we have no choice but to face.
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A Prose With No Direction
SpiritualA prose with no direction. A mind with no guidance. A human without a purpose. That is the kind of story I hate to be. That is the kind of story I, unfortunately, am.
