Breathe. Let the tension slip out of you. The weight of the world is only crushing if you push against it. Smile. Let the corners of your mouth reach up to your eyes. Let your eyelids gently fall open and let your gaze fall over the shifting branches of tall trees in the breeze. Can you feel the sound of the river running cold through the mountains? It glides over rocks and moss, rushing like the breath in your lungs, like the wind against your neck.