Does anyone remember the Tarzan movies, where in almost every episode, someone was killed trying to run with a chest full of gold. I would be screaming in my head, “drop the gold, drop the gold”. But they wouldn’t give up and of course, they would sink into quick sand, or a temple would collapse on them.
When I was able to give up, let go and let God, the world became a different place. It was no longer a hostile and fearful environment. Everything became easier. I didn’t have to make things happen.