On Doubts

Image

 

I don’t think I can really live with doubting reality 
most of the times things and people around 
but sometimes i doubt myself 
and more to it, sometimes
i doubt my doubts too……

How I Cured My Anxiety

CharlieHoehn.com

fireworks

UPDATE: As of July 2013, this article is the #1 search result on Google for “how to cure anxiety.” In this post, you will learn about the key breakthrough I had that freed me from my mental prison. More than anything else, this change in how I viewed the world gave me my life back. It’s helped tens of thousands of readers, and I hope it can help you as well.

If you’re interested in reading my short memoir, which includes my weekly schedule and every technique that helped cure my anxiety, click here.

Now… on with the post!

# # #

For a long time, I thought I was going crazy. I’d convinced myself that something horribly wrong was about to happen. I thought I would be stabbed, shot, or arrested every time I left my apartment. I was sure that there was an impending disaster that would melt the…

View original post 2,859 more words

On not understanding…

Image 

Not always do I understand what and why is happening 
Not always do I understand myself 
Not always do I understand fate
Not always do I understand the flowers even……
but it is still lovely to remain between this 
understanding and lack of understanding ……

We Shall Not Cease

Flowers, Trees, & Other Such Gifts of Nature

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always–
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

~~ from Little Gidding by T.S. Eliot

View original post