Stress

Today was one of those days. One of those days you try and try and fail. One or two successful things happen. Them more bad things. just enough good to make you stress over the bad.

It was work. It was home. It was government. It was life. It was many of the same old things. It was a couple new things. Are there any new things good or bad?

A man who digs in the dirt knows when he is done. He knows when he succeeds. He knows a job done right or wrong when he stands at the top of the hole.

People watch sports because there is a winner at the end. There is a looser as well,  but who cares about that? The world is not a sport. There are not always clear winner or loser. Things are gray out here in the world. Surely, the universe is similar. There are not clear rules all the time. Perhaps only the things made by man have winners and losers. Perhaps only things made by man have rules that define right and wrong.

What is stress? Is it something you can define? It it something that is inside me? Are there people who never get stressed, but get everything done anyway? Is stress worth the effort? Is it just a way to keep us focused?

Stress is a symptom. The disease must be the choices we make as we try to live our lives. I don’t know if stress is a choice. I don’t know if stress is required.