Short Story (it's an allegory)
I am choosing to depart from my story for a few moments. I want to speak as a professional mental/emotional and spiritual counselor. Perhaps I am choosing to do this too early in my narrative, but I confess that I have my reasons which, if my story is told well enough, should become clear to the reader at the end. Here is my question: what is it about human nature or the nature of worries that causes us to cling to them so tenaciously? Any feedback? Sign in to see full entry.