We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don't allow our bodies to heal, — Thich Nhat Hanh
We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don't allow our bodies to heal, — Thich Nhat Hanh
We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don't allow our bodies to heal, — Thich Nhat Hanh
We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don't allow our bodies to heal, — Thich Nhat Hanh
We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don't allow our bodies to heal, — Thich Nhat Hanh
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We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don't allow our bodies to heal, and we don't allow our minds and hearts to heal.

— Thich Nhat Hanh
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