Stress

When I was in grade 6, I became the 35th in class. I was devastated. I cried the whole of Friday night at my mom’s place because I’d come 35 in a class of 45 students. I couldn’t take it. I bawled my eyes out. I always became the 3rd or 4th in class, so even if my average was 78.5, I couldn’t handle being the 35th. Naturally, my father was upset because I hadn’t done as he’d expected, but seeing as how I was crying my heart out, he kept his opinions to himself, thankfully. My mom consoled me and said that it was okay but I still sobbed throughout the night. Next morning, I told my self, it’s okay. I did my best. I’m now 25 and that report card has nothing to do with who I am today.

I remember when I was 12 or 13, my father and aunt would go insane if I used the internet. They used to scream and yell and wreak havoc because they thought I would get into trouble. This was the early 2000’s and the internet was considered a horrible place for teenage girls. I now live and breathe the internet.

I’ve grown up, but I still get stressed. When my relations accuse me of going out in the night or of having too many guy friends, I got stressed. When my father hit my mother, I got stressed. When my friend died, I got stressed. I’m older now but life is such that we still get stressed. There is really no way out of it. No matter what you do, life is going to be full of stress, and most of the time, it’s because of other people and things beyond your control. I’m learning to de-stress, to not react to various situations and it is difficult. But we have to try.

Prince Ea said, “Use death as your motivation. If you were to die in one month, would you be stressing about what you’re stressing now?”

The way I see it, there’s really no right or wrong way to do this. Life, I mean. You can’t please everybody and you can’t be upset all the time. You gotta just do your best, not harm anyone in the process, and hope that it works out. ❤

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