Maybe these lines are being read by a discouraged one who is "all nerves," which means lost nerve force. To you I say there is hope and cheer and strength and courage if, right here, now, you resolve to cut the actions, habits and stunts that knocked you out and follow my suggestions.
I know, my friend, for I've trotted the heat, danced the measure, and been through the mill.
Now I am fearless, calm and prepared. I can stand any calamity, meet any issue, endure any sorrow.
I can do prodigious work in an emergency, go without rest or eating when required, because I have poise, efficiency—peace.
Steer a Middle Course.
I realize nothing is as bad as it is painted. Nothing is as good as its boosters claim. I go in the middle of the road, avoiding extremes. I have confidence in my heart. Courage, hope, happiness, and content attend me on my way.
I've buried envy in a deep pit and covered it with quick lime.
I am keeping worry out by keeping faith, hope and cheer thoughts in my brain-room, and these are antiseptics against the ravages of the worry microbe.
I have my petty troubles and little make-believe worries, just enough of them to make me realize I have them licked, and to remind me I must not let up on my mastery of them.
Worry growls once in a while just to make me grab tighter the handle of my whip.