A Story About Death That Helped Me Overcome Overthinking
What it takes to live more.
Growing up, I used to have a severe addiction: overthinking.
When I was younger, I worried too much about simple things like handing over an assignment to a teacher or saying hello to a new friend.
As I grew older, this manifested itself in more severe forms, like agonizing over what college to pick and spending hours debating whether or not adding a certain degree to my name would add any value to my life.
When I started my business, this addiction got worse.
Whenever I got a new business idea, I thought of possible scenarios in which I might fail. I ran over the cons of the new venture so many times in my mind that by the time I sat to take some action, all my motivation was gone.
None of these business ventures ever saw the light of day.
But this post isn’t about those failures. This post is about how I managed to end my addiction. It was possible only because of this story of a village visited by “Death.”
The story that changed my life
One day, a farmer ventured out of his village to try his luck.
