Two days I've now been off work, but there's not been two minutes where I've thought back to it, cringed at something or worried about something.
A holiday is meant to be exactly that - a break from everything. How am I meant to rest when my mind is completely and utterly consumed by something else?
It occurs to me that animals don't have this problem. Neither do children. And the similarities and differences are that there memory is yet to be developed to a point as our poor adult brains. They don't over think, over evaluate and over complicate.
They simply let it be.
Why can't I live like that? What ever will be will be.
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