Lance Corporal Jones in Dad’s Army was always urging us (and himself) – “Don’t panic! Don’t panic!”
Calm during times of stress. Stoicism.
Kipling celebrated both in his poem If – “If you can keep your head when all about you / Are losing theirs…”
I tend not to panic. But maybe I should.
I sometimes wonder if there is a delicious sense of liberation to be discovered through panicking. Loosening up. Primal screaming. Abandoning yourself to YAH! Being drunk on unreason. Dancing crazily. Running and running without having to bother with direction. Bungee jumping away from your worries Continue reading
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