Stress

by l t b   Oct 30, 2005


Stress is something we all have, something we can all relate to. I just never knew what it can do to you. It starts out a little. A problem here and a problem there. then it grows and grows to make life seem unfair. It causes pain and tears to fall from out eyes. Its torture and brings hell to our lives. It might just be the results of our many sins. It takes us out of our comfort zone to where we've never been. crowding our mind with thoughts and doubts. Making us think the solution, we'll never figure out. How can something like this impact our mind, our body, our spirit with such power? Why does it make us fall apart instead of helping us pull ourselves together? It knocks us to the ground and makes sure we stay down. But we shouldn't try to eliminate this and waste our energy on this thing called stress. All I have to say is that we should learn how to manage it to Make the pain hurt us less.

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