I played golf yesterday and afterwards we stopped for a beer and to discuss world changing things that needed our attention. I’m not sure why, but for some reason we got onto the subject of worry. It basically involved talk about a couple of people we both know that always seem to worry about the wrong — or at least unimportant — things.
It reminded me of a “story” I once heard about worrying. It goes something like this…
There are only two things to worry about — either you’re healthy or you’re sick. If you’re healthy, then there is nothing to worry about. But if you’re sick, there are only two things to worry about — either you will get well, or you will die. If you get well, then there is nothing to worry about. But if you die, there are only two things to worry about — either you will go to heaven or to hell. If you go to heaven, then there is nothing to worry about. And if you go to hell, you’ll be so darn busy shaking hands with your friends you won’t have time to worry.
We all worry, but I’ve heard it said that worry is like a rocking chair — it gives you something to do but never gets you anywhere….
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