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Created on: January 28, 2009
Stress is only the result of our desire taking control over our already rotten spoiled ego.
We want all We desire more and not getting it frustrates our soul who revenges its lost values on our bodies.
We become ugly, untreatable , because we do not know the miracle of our daily blessings.
Relax opposes stress, so does meditation.
Take it slow . two thousands years from now we'll just be sand's grain on the Sahara Desert
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