Calm in Chaos

The chaos of my mind and inadequacy I feel at times overshadows any semblance of peace and confidence. Is it my own misgivings, perhaps a truth that is hidden away, or is it lies that my mind tells me to enslave me in my own prison. I find that as I journey I am experiencing the elation that comes with discovery and the fear that becomes all dark places. I believe…I know…I trust that I am headed on the correct path, but somewhere, deep down in the recesses of my soul, there is poison wanting to infect the whole of me…wanting to destroy all hope and expectation. I know not of what this path holds, I am only certain of my hopes and dreams, and I am confidant in what needs to be done. However, it is the process, the means, in which I aimlessly wander. It is the curse of busyness. The constant going, never stopping, ever pushing on…all the while I forget the most basic exercise of the soul…be still.