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I googled how to find peace, and this is what the results did say, “write all your troubles on a piece of paper at the end of each painful day.” My pen became the ship that sailed into the oceans of my dismay. I wrote and wrote, and wrote and wrote, yet my stormy clouds stayed gray. I asked the Stoic, “could you know if journaling works just as Google says?” With a smile on his face he gently said, “instead of writing, erase.”
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Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
The Stoic
I googled how to find peace, and this is what the results did say, “write all your troubles on a piece of paper at the end of each painful day.” My pen became the ship that sailed into the oceans of my dismay. I wrote and wrote, and wrote and wrote, yet my stormy clouds stayed gray. I asked the Stoic, “could you know if journaling works just as Google says?” With a smile on his face he gently said, “instead of writing, erase.”
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Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
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