In order to have peace of mind, prepare yourself in advance to accept with serenity whatever occurs. People who expect everything to go the way they want are caught off balance by difficult life situations. Have an awareness that difficulties constantly arise. Being prepared in advance to accept what happens makes it much easier to cope with the vicissitudes of life.
When you feel anxiety about a future event, imagine the worst and accept it. This has a very calming effect. For example, if you are afraid you will miss a bus and feel anxiety, imagine you have already missed it and accept the consequences. If you are afraid you will be fired from your job, imagine you have already been fired and accept it.
Then “reality” can only get better!
Sources: see Ohr Yechezkail: michtavim, p.286; Rabbi Zelig Pliskin’s Gateway to Happiness, p.75
Often what seems to be a depressing situation is due only to the lack of fresh air. Get out into the air and breathe deeply, or at least open the window and fill your lungs.
Your emotions become normalized when your body is invigorated by the influx of cool, moist and moving air. This often has immediate effects. Drink deeply of the Almighty’s bounty, and inhale a lungful of the champagne of life.
Sources: Sing, You Righteous, p.315; Rabbi Zelig Pliskin’s Gateway to Happiness, p.182
“Bitochon” is the awareness that the Creator is running the world and all that happens is for your ultimate benefit. The more bitochon you have, the less anxiety you will experience.
When you have an internalized awareness that all that He does is for your good, you will find yourself experiencing greater degrees of inner peace and serenity.
Sources: For a series of probing questions on this topic, see Rabbi Zelig Pliskin’s “Gateway to Self Knowledge,” pp.116-8
© Sue Vincent
Fear drenched Simon Clark like the sweat that covered his body. The wooded path made it look like a morning in early Spring, but the reality of the brutal August heat and the hazy smoke of a dozen wildfires across the west belied the scenery.
“I can’t do this. It’s too hard.” He wasn’t muttering to himself, but to his unseen companion.
“You have to, Simon. Too many people are depending on you.” She always sounded like a young woman, but there was something slightly mechanical about her tone.
“I just want to go home.”
“You are home.”
“I don’t mean that. I want to go someplace where I can be safe. Someplace where it’s cool and dry and I can relax.”
“You don’t have time for that right now. You have a job to do.”
“Why does it have to be me? I didn’t ask for the responsiblity.”
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“I know you lie…’cause your lips are movin’…talking circles with your tongue…”
“I love you, Amelia. I have always loved you and I will always love you.”
“I wish I could believe that, Nick.”
“But, why can’t you?”
All of her friends thought Amelia was being totally unfair to Nick. They’d been seeing each other only for a couple of months, but he seemed like the perfect man. He was handsome, charming, successful, and very romantic, but not so much that he seemed creepy.
However, Amelia knew a lot more about Nicholas Tucker than any of them could possibly imagine.
Found at “Couples on the Brink”
My emotions are shot. It didn’t take long, maybe fifteen minutes after she came home.
You see, she went on a trip for a few days to visit her sister. I always cherish those times because it means I’m alone. Strangely enough, I do actually get lonely, but that feeling vanishes almost the minute she walks back through the door and starts complaining about me.
Really, I kept the place up. It’s clean, but she complained because I went out of my way to bring my son over to do his laundry after his car wouldn’t start. Then she complained that I was talking to her at all after she was in a car for ten hours. Then she complained because I wasn’t talking to her.
Do you see what I mean?
From “Star Wars” (1977)
He was already in a fetal position, but the walls kept closing in. His muscles were stiff and tight from the pressure. He was about to be crushed. He could barely breathe. He wanted to scream, but there wasn’t enough air.
“What am I going to do?” It was a desperate thought. “How am I going to get out of here?”
He wanted to give up, let the pressure destroy him, but he couldn’t. He had a wife, children, grandchildren who would be devastated if he died. He had to continue, but how?
The pressure continued. The walls seemed to wrap themselves around him, like form-fitting steel or stone.
“I’ve got to find a way to make the pressure ease up, but I can’t!”
Nothing worked, not TV, not books, not booze, drugs, porn. Nothing.
He had no way out but he couldn’t give up.
The receptionist’s voice shook him out of his living nightmare.
“Mr. Moore, Dr. Carlton will see you now.”
For all the good counseling would do.