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.
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'