WORRY IS CRIPPLING: INDEED, IT’S NO FRIEND TO US.
Worry! Can it lead us to an early grave? Dr. Falvo says, “Yes, but not the kind we think about, like great sorrow, great burdens, or great hardships. It’s the day-to-day worry that kills.” “The petty anxieties and fears that gray our hair, hurry our wrinkles, and keep us restless day and night,” agrees Dr. Khalsa. Perhaps it’s no wonder that Mr. and Mrs. No Sleep add up to big business. Worry my friends never bridged any gap.
We seem to be in constant pursuit of purpose, freedom, and leisure. But how quickly we exhaust life. Studies of the brain and modern science persist, “Worry kills. It’s not the occasional concern, but frequent fretting. The drop, drop, drop of it upon one subject or another that destroys.” Still others insist, “That burdens hammer on our sensitive nerve organisms and cannot be thrown off. Because all the body becomes affected.” Further findings state no mental attitude is more disastrous to our personal health or happiness than the burden of worry.
BE NEITHER A NERVOUS MAN OR WORRY WOMAN
We fuss and agonize over the silliest of things. “I am awfully worried this morning,” Betty Bother said. “Why, I can’t remember. Oh, because that was last night.” How many of us do that? We know it is the foe of beauty, not to mention health. But we nurse our troubles like babies. You and I should know they grow larger with that kind of care.
Then again, we have Matt Tension who fretted for 20 years over a misfortune that never showed up. A bit striking, but you get the picture. Maybe rejoicing in unforeseen blessings of coming days is best. Thackeray said of life, “Frown at it and it will look sourly upon you; laugh at it and it is a jolly companion.”
Science Daily wrote, “Fear of the unknown is common to many anxiety disorders.” They also said, “We are often concerned about something bad that never happens.” They must know Matt Tension. “People get to figuring what might happen year after next. Letting the fire go out. Catch their death of cold right where they stand,” said Uncle Eben.
Why? Because their worrying becomes too much, leaving them physically ill. Mr. Trouble anticipated, but not found. It is not work that exhausts us. It’s our mental condition that makes us old and haggard at 40. That should be enough to shake Mr. & Mrs. Burden.
HABITUAL FRETTinG IS WORRY
Habitual Fretting, sounds like a few friends of mine. They tend to see more of Mr. Trouble then I. Never well enough off. Weather never suits them. Too hot or cold, too damp or dry. Roads are either muddy, dusty, or bumpy. They are the ones blowing out the candles instead of lightening them. Gosh, can’t please them. We don’t have to reform the universe, only ourselves. The rest will take care of itself. But can’t sway them.
I aim to see the rain wash away my miseries and unearth my comforts. I will appreciate both the sun and its shadow. No wish to predict evil. Can’t bear to snuff hope. See only the best in things. Because when worry becomes too much, it can lead to feelings of high unrest. Affecting our bodies in a way I don’t want and ruining my SOUP & SEX.
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