Sometimes you may feel as though you are on the front lines. There is a battle going on, and you are right out there fighting it, or you skirt around danger that seems to lurk everywhere. You have your sword ready. You fight off foes. You have to be on alert and wear your Tevlar vest. What is this battle? Are you at war? Have you considered life a danger zone and that you must be on guard? You are ready to duel. You will take pot shots because you think you have to in order to get through the brambles.
Where does this tenseness in your body come from? What are you affrighted of? What is it that makes sleep difficult? Who or what is the enemy you guard yourself from? Who or what has dug a pit that, at any moment, you could fall into? Who…
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