Fearing the predestined path is brutal,
As the heightened response dreads an upcoming plan.

Anticipating the worst scenario possible,
Stress takes its toll on the body and mind.

Dwelling the future route with scary predictions,
Panicking as alarms blare by not knowing the course.

The puzzle will be solved through time,
Playing the waiting game through fright.

Always focusing the on riddle is unhealthy,
Yet worry is a powerful emotion that is harsh.

Controlling anticipated anxiety is difficult,
But is manageable by forming a positive mindset.

Directing attention to structured activities helps,
Taking the cognitions to a place of harmony.  

Optimistic thinking while planning a schedule is key,
Pacing yourself towards the moment of truth correctly.

It’s those memories you forgot,
The moments that caused despair.

Times when tragedies lived,
Events that your brain doesn’t remember.

Incidents which inflicted scars,
Provoking trauma in the current day.

Those misfortunes must be healed,
For a positive present and future.

Recovery could take months or years,
But blissfulness occurs once peace of mind happens.

A vision plays out in the mind,
Creating a perfect design for an outcome.

Ideas blossom to construct a purpose,
Hoping nothing won’t block the strategy.

Somehow, obstacles stop the movement of progress,
Ruining a project which was well devised.

When situations don’t go as planned,
We feel like reason is destroyed.

Try to preserve the infrastructure,
And work on rebuilding the architecture.

If the fort can’t be maintained,
Form a secondary scenario as an option.

It’s unfortunate when a framework is damaged,
But there is always new an alternative to an aim.

Beauty is not based on gorgeous features,
And lovely appearances isn’t a contest,
But you feel great when well-groomed.

Whether you comb your hair,
Or you are clean shaven,
A good presentation boosts self-esteem.

Feeling happy with how you look,
Causing a chain reaction of positivity,
Showing optimistic behaviors that shine.

Looking like a model isn’t the purpose,
It’s about being pleased with yourself,
Displaying an image of confidence.

Always reliant on that big spark for joy,
Hoping a magical pill would save the day.

Waiting many years for that superb medicine,
But this moment didn’t come because it’s nonexistent.

Realizing that happiness starts with the small things,
Beginning with a joke or enjoying many hobbies.

No longer depending on a massive trigger for bliss,
Consuming contentment in little packages.

Letting pleasure build up in minor quantities,
Allowing delight to establish slowly.

Pain prevented a normal departure,
Causing a delayed start in the race.

While the other runners were ahead,
Misery slowed down my progress.

When the athletes were moving with stride,
My pace was stalled as struggles mounted.

Challenging myself to complete the course,
No longer in a contest for time.

Trying to end despair on the track,
Attempting to sprint without discomfort.

Determined to reach the final destination,
Happiness prevailed as I crossed the finish line.

Throwing in the towel without effort,
Afraid of the vicious blows.

Brutal punches are part of the game,
Stepping into the ring for conquest.

If we don’t fight for that win,
The belt will never be won.

We can be knocked out through a hit,
But losing by not trying is the ultimate defeat.