todo esta en la mente

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Now it was sure: I had to get rid of it. It was ruling my life, it was governing my thoughts, it was freaking me out. I wanted it out, gone, deleted, destroyed or simply smoothly removed from my apartment. I tried everything. I started the new year with good intentions, I tried again at the first full moon, did yoga, gave in to sweets, but absolutely nothing did the trick. It seems I had a persisting addiction and all my inspiration had died to make it sweep away.
'Acknowledge it, accept it and let it go', friends advised.
'Get busy', someone else said.
'Get a life', someone else thought.
'I'll deal with it', I answered.
So if it would be unmistakably get in my way, it'd better do it in style. On a breezy Friday I walked over to a decent shop near my house and purchased the most expensive and qualitative coffee I could find. At least I was drinking the good stuff now.
But the guilt remained. And the bigger the guilt, the plentier the cups.
By the time the weekend had passed demons overruled and I punished myself by drinking multiple shots in a row. It was at the fourth cup that it started to dawn on me: I felt not chased by a lion, I didn't act aggressively in the car.
I took the 'Landkaffee' and read the ingredients carefully. 'Fruits, grains and beans', it said. 'Koffeinmentes kávé'.
For four days I had now been completely caffeinfree, only by thinking I was the worst addict ever.