At some point, you glance over, and see that a train is approaching. It is not your train, and it does not stop at this station so it’s going at a fairly high speed. And although you are happy, a coldness washes over you. You stare blankly at the lights on the front of the train. And from somewhere in the attic of your mind, you suddenly think, “Jump.”
That feeling you get when you’ve let yourself down. It’s something else, isn’t it? The core fact that it’s solely
What are you worried about?
Being worried doesn’t make any sense. As my Grandmother always says, “You worry and you’ll die, you don’t worry and you still die.”