No amount of peace could take away the thoughts we invite, knowing they are painful, even on a sunny day, just to get us feeling down. The worries we so willingly carry, knowing nothing good is going to come of them—we really should just put them down.
The false assumption that, we have some control makes us depressed, making us forget we really don’t have control over much. Us on the ground, sifting through what we have control over and what we don’t, is more comical than anything else.
If we lose everything, will we be okay? I see myself with no answer to this, and that worries me. It also makes me laugh, because I am worried over something I can’t control.
Born To Be Nothing But Me. – Calosha
Worry and the Illusion of Control
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