Stress - you are ridiculous. Please leave me alone. I am happy and have everything I need to do well in this world. So, stress, you tell yourself and your buddies Guilt, Shame, Self-Doubt and Mad Crazy Pointless Worry to shush-yo-one-big-ugly-collective-face and get the hell outta town.
To spit in the eye of anxiety:
- And perhaps, irony-on-irony, both the above are incorrect, as there's also this: "A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery."
Either way, life is an onion. Better stop crying and start peeling. Like the carnivores say: once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger.