When I was younger, I hardly understood why so much fuss about stress from grown-ups, parents, uncles, aunts, brothers. Who hasn’t heard people at work, at school or within their family saying things like: “My head kills me with so much stress” or “I’m so stressed I don’t have time to finish this or that thing”?
Apparently, this more and more dynamic world we live in hurls us into a dirty and subtle war that nobody wants to be in: Stress!
This slow death of mental health that entered our lives insidiously, is ravaging the urban population.
My own experience tells me there are three stress-generating causes:
- Deadlines against the clock
- Over-dimensioning the gravity of the problem
- Paying too much attention in our minds to a certain concern
Recently though, I realized I’ve never heard my grandparents (generally the old population, and other relatives and acquaintances from the countryside, where faith is still alive) say that they are stressed. I wonder why? Well, we city folks have a lot of problems and very little time, whereas rural people have as many problems, the same “little” time as we do, but unlike us they don’t let their minds to starve and feed it every day with prayers.
Sometimes, the burden of our problems won’t even let us eat in peace, think of something beautiful, positive, thus the stress of problem-solving being like a faithful guardian next to us, that we go to bed at nights in our thoughts, so that when we wake up, unwillingly it is the first thing that comes into our mind: “Today I have so many problems to solve, I don’t think I have time, I don’t know what to do.” My boss or my coworker stress me out, the teacher at school, exams, projects that I don’t have time to do, the above neighbor pressures me, in conclusion, everything in our life becomes a stress factor. And we’re always agitated, in a rush to… to burry joy… the joy that we’re healthy, that we have parents, friends in need and so many other gifts God gave us. In other words, we give up everything we received for free, in exchange for worries.
Thousands of articles have been written on stress: cause, effects, cures that are more and more redeeming, from fistful of drugs, games, anti-stress balls to relaxation therapy and culinary recipes… but they were of no use, until I couldn’t handle it anymore and I said: “God, I can’t do this anymore!”
For my little “demand” God immediately gave me a remedy:
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew, 11:28-30)
Who can say no to such calling?!?
Translated by Ileana Cristea