I am so stressed out it's not even funny. My life feels like a centrifuge and I feel like a small white tissue being tossed around among bigger, more durable and experienced clothing. What soothes me is that I know that somewhere down the line I will be clean and fresh, I will be warm and dry and I will be ready to face the day but the process is putting my endurance to the test and I can actually feel it physically.
I know that I put myself in this position, but I cannot help to wonder whether my life is steering me or if I am steering my life? I guess, in life, you have to do a bit of both, steer and be steered, or you will miss some of the wonders it brings.
But the question is how.
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