Self Love, Social Anxiety, Peace of Mind

If peace of mind is the treasure to be drawn from our dirt and rock and crusty dead-leaves-strewn-detriu thoughts, the water of life waiting deep in our hidden well (forgotten perhaps, if the contentment of a child might be judged), then social anxiety might very well be the cruel wind that throws us off, robs us of our balance, inflates us with hateful hot-air of half filled thoughts, threatening to inflate us and take us like a villainous hot air balloon before anticlimactically popping, every night—the thoughts falling on our heads like a parching rain. So what is to be done? Some might say we should try to take off in our balloons to bomb what must, unfortunately, be dropped—our negative thoughts—on someone else. But we must dream thus: that we might let our air come and just…flow on, that we might know it is holding coals, when we needlessly cradle self-love should on