The Most Tyrannical King: the Overthinking
Ever jumped from one thought to another faster than the speed of light or at the speed of your internet connections full might...
Within each thought grows like a tree, with the branches like intricate questions of what if...? why should I bother ? how ? when ?
In addition, these branches stem off, to bring more questions, more non-existent fears , more hypothetical problems, more questions, more non-existent fears, more hypothetical problems.....
So repetitive, each thought more scary as though all of them are being competitive , each thought making you more and more sensitive, in the fact, you think why just not do anything, since I have already got everything planned out and each way is worse than the last I might as well not bother
It’s as if you are your worst Chess grand-master, you can think ahead but each thoughts causes you to be stagnant, causes you to slack, as if to let the brain do the imagining while you sit back , each thought bringing you to the moment you are about to crack
The outcome, hesitation , you try different solutions to tame it like meditation and relaxation , its helps for a bit but then you remember you are blessed with this potent curse , oh how much its hurts, the pain so strong, it weighs done on you like you have a crown, your kingdom not yours, you are just weirdly the prisoner of this dictatorship, it really becomes a messed up relationship
However fear not for you the prisoner can escape, you can force this tyrant king to abdicate, for you shall overcome this my friend is your fate. you simply must open the gate, for the steel bars are your thoughts so crowded it fortifies your jail, you must walk out and not just imagine what could happen but try and find out.
Don't forget your cell mates ; dreams , hopes, ambitions, confidence
each one a friend you have known for a while but somehow avoid them, have you forgotten each one will stand by you to your lasting breath, they would fight by your side, each one you can talk to , you confide, for they will say you must try, you must, the battles at time will be a struggle, but in the end the war you will win, this overbearing curse will be lifted and you will have a grin
But my dear friend you must take the step and try , you must, this king is truly the worst, but you will win
Stop doubting , Start believing , take back what’s yours and you my dear friend shall surely be set free and your potential will be fruitful for you to see….
Copyright © Parabellus Rose | Year Posted 2020
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