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A motto to remember...


Everyone must have their life’s motto. I have mine, plenty of them. But the very motto I can relate to the most is “The less you worry, the better things will be, no matter what happens.” It’s a line I tell myself almost everyday.

It’s a natural human emotion to worry, I know. But sometimes I feel that I worry too much – and much on petty things like... I worry about not having my nails cleaned for today; but they are clean anyway (says who? me :D). I worry if I left my hanky – how could I ever make it through the day without it!

And the not-so-petty-things like… I worry that work-deadline is so close and that I couldn’t hit it. When I can’t even remember that I ever missed a deadline – except those emergency cases where I can’t push myself up from bed. I worry about seeing my pocket almost hitting the emptiness of zero-balance. When, in fact, I still have considerable money to withdraw from my bank account. I worry that I don’t save enough.

And lately, I worry that I’m not a good friend. I worry that I haven’t got the chance to pay a visit to someone I promised a visit to. I worry that I can’t say my “Yes!” to a friend’s favor because I think I can’t do it – and I can’t say no either. I just can’t say “NO” (this is another story). It’s hard. I can’t fail my friends. And I worry about that big time!

I am such a worrier. The thing is... sometimes it’s getting into me. It’s becoming a habit. And it’s the most destructive habit to have!

I realized that worry, though a natural human emotion, should never be embraced as a natural phenomenon. Because with that, you will get the feeling that it’s okay to worry. No, it’s not. It will kill you. Maybe not right there and then, but eventually it will. It sucks happiness out. It kicks friends and loved ones away. Who would want to be with somebody who’s over-worrying everything?

I haven’t turned into that horrible person yet. But eventually I will if I don’t stop this madness. Again, it sucks happiness out. I can’t let it suck mine!

In colors, worry is shitty-brown.

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