Ah,
You're worried about the election,
The news,
And the end of the world.
Brilliant.
How's that going for you?
Does your cortisol spike actually change the outcome of a single ballot?
No right?
Then stop acting like your panic is a public service.
You're not informed.
You're just vibrating with adrenaline for no reason.
Your anxiety is just a feedback loop.
You're in a room.
Where the TV is screaming about doom.
And you've decided to turn the volume up instead of hitting the mute button.
Hit the button!
You can be aware of the state of the world without letting it colonize your chest cavity.
Look at your ears.
Look at your eyes.
They are biological marvels,
Not just portals for fear.
Your ear canal amplifies sound.
Your retina captures light.
These are the miracles of physics.
And you're using this high-end biological equipment to watch 24-hour Doomscrolling.
What a waste of good evolution!
In the Dharma,
We learn that the senses are neither good nor bad.
They are just resonance.
The sound of a scream.
And the sound of a bird.
Are just vibrations.
You are the one slapping the label catastrophe on them.
Stop narrowing the sensory input.
Just hear it.
Just see it.
Don't add your own what-if baggage to it.
You think your anxiety is the truth?
It's a distortion.
Just like a train moving at the speed of light makes everything look warped.
Your panic makes a Tuesday morning look like the apocalypse.
You're not seeing reality.
You're seeing the tinted glass version of it.
Take the glasses off.
The mountain you're staring at?
Is a molehill.
You're just looking at it from the wrong angle.
You love the if-then game,
Don't you?
If I don't worry,
I won't be prepared.
What a load of rubbish.
If you argue with a stranger,
Are you helping?
If you believe every headline.
Are you getting wiser?
We're just getting an ulcer.
Run the cheff.
If the thought doesn't give you leverage or peace.
Delete it.
It's a faulty line of code.
You are not your emotions.
You are the one choosing them.
That's a radical act of rebellion in a world that wants you scared.
You don't have to solve the chaos of the world today.
You just have to manage your own frequency.
Bray.
Feel the muscles in your jaw.
Let go.
You're still here.
You're not perfect.
But you're completely.
.
.
Utterly enough Now,
Get back to your own life.
The world can wait.
Until you're actually ready to handle it.
