To be human is to worry, we worry about ourselves, others around us, that one problem at work, and the faults we see within everything, to be human is to worry and sometimes I wish to be a completely different life form to escape the continual screaming of my mind.
Whenever I catch myself worrying about anything I constantly remind myself that whatever it is doesn’t actually matter because my life, even though it may seem to be of great importance to me, is simply a blip in the population, a tiny unimportant thing, so I must stop worrying and enjoy it.
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