Why the anguish of trying so hard to achieve something? Why the guilt of doing nothing? Why does the feeling of unproductiveness come with such force? Who are we trying to impress? What matters, if not the impression we ourselves place upon our own hearts? We are constantly judging ourselves; we judge the people around us, but the ones who suffer from our own judgment are ourselves. Why do we live like this? Why do we place so much weight on ourselves? Why do we set so many expectations? Why do we turn our lives into a challenge and a battle?
Fragments of an awakened soul 