Nuclear Brain Wrongs

I was standing on the train station this morning trying to work a few things out. Definitely got nowhere. I sighed and looked to my right. Next to me was a man. Small in height, Asian and a few grey flecks in hushed black hair.

He was reading a book. From what I could tell the book was about depression/anxiety/panics.

Funny I thought. I shifted slightly to my left. The first words I could read properly from his book were capitalised.

SLOW DOWN.

That does I think sum lots of things up. Slow down.

We as a species no less than we know. That unknowing and the speed we feel we have to get that knowledge is both counter productive and not a nice thing to do to oneself.

Summed up by this I think.

‘Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic'

Anaïs Nin

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