When I’m stressed, I’m sometimes observing myself, wishing for a time were all problems simply vanish, where everything is eventually okay.
THIS IS AN IRRATIONAL THOUGHT WITHOUT ANY TRUTH!
This thought is in itself contrary to life. What does okay mean in this context? It means that nothing unplanned, nothing that needs my attention, nothing that challenges my current comfort will ever happen again. This I don’t wish for. Life is full of obstacles and there is an okayness in it, that can’t be questioned. It simply is. Beyond mountains, there are mountains.
As Marcus Aurelius has written in Meditations:
The mind adapts and converts to its own purposes the obstacle to our acting. The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way.