Most people I know worry more than I do. I’m generally not a worrier. In fact, when problems come along, I probably don’t worry enough about them. But maybe that’s a good thing.
It’s not that I don’t get stressed out over stuff. If you’ve been reading this blog for even a couple months, you know I get stressed out. The occasions does come along when I do get overwhelmed, but it’s usually just a momentary thing. I don’t tend to dwell on things past, present, or future.
The way I see it, what’s the point of worrying about something? If you sit there and over think your circumstances, you just end up with a headache or an ulcer or a heart condition. Dwelling on something won’t change what’s going on. Heck, even doing something may not necessarily diminish your worries. So just sit back and let it go by. Because, eventually, it’ll be over and life will go on.
Or, in the words of the great Van Wilder: “Worrying is like a rocking chair. It’ll give you something to do but won’t get you anywhere.” Not that quoting a National Lampoon film is the timeless wisdom you should follow for the rest of your life. But it wouldn’t surprise me if that quote was actually attributed to someone much wiser.
Look, I’m not naive enough to think that there aren’t genuine reasons to be worried. In today’s world we’re bombarded with worries: terminal illness, unemployment, threat of terrorism, global climate change, cannibal clowns… there are so many problems out there with which to deal. I just don’t think it does anyone any good to worry about these things.