The executioner is under my skin

How desperately we need a respite from our restless, clamorous minds; a break from the debilitating noise of our inner voices, caught between unattainable ideals, the merciless voices of guilt and inadequacy that belittle our limitations, the frantic race to catch up with a mysterious procession that has already overtaken us, the unfair self-comparisons that weigh us down with the burden of fallin...