It solves itself
When doing nothing is the answer.
It slowly builds, builds, builds. Pressure. The need to do something. Fix something. It hums in your throat, claws at your stomach, tightens your shoulders, your jaw. Shallow breathing, sweating, heart beating, loud, fast. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least. You want away, away, away from it. You distract yourself. A show. A drink. A smoke. Or whatever lets you slip away from what you do not want to feel. Or … You jump into action. Do, do, do. Fix. Control. Grip tight so nothing falls apart. And for a moment, relief. You feel better. Lighter. Until the next time. Until the cycle starts again. That’s just life. Isn’t it? Yes. And also— mainly— NO. This only happens when you live from the mind, believing you’re the one shaping, creating, controlling ‘your’ life. But it’s not yours. It never was. It’s always only life. Life happening. Unfolding. Meandering. Storming. Then silence. That discomfort? Comes and goes without your effort. That issue? Somehow solves itself. Without you. That solution? Finds you when the time is right. No search required. You are the discomfort and its soothing. The effort and the effortless. The issue and its resolution. The experience and the experiencer. You are the one all this moves through, leaves untouched. And once you see this? Storms may come, but you— rooted, knowing, feeling, trusting— stay still. Because it all solves itself. Somehow. Love, Brigitte
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