We seem to carry a lot of weight these days. Stress, anxiety, pressure. Both internal and external. All that stuff accumulates. Little by little, piece by piece, fills us up, like a tank. But, at a certain point, we can’t contain it any longer. It boils over. Spills like an overcooked soup. A nasty soup of anger, confusion, and tiredness.
It seems being part of civilization, among all of its benefits, also bears a huge burden. This dark force of constantly being stimulated, having something to worry about, being responsible for grand things.
Release the sludge. Let go. Cleanse. Live.