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WORRY
As the summer of 1999 wore on, I became more and more full of worries and anxiety. As a child, I grew in a family that eschewed on a farm-yard and one day, while helping my mother pick bean-shafts, I began to cry. My mother said, "George, what is it you're crying about now?" I blubbered, "I'm worried I'm going to be all lonely later on!".
And yes! When thunderstorms hit, I worried for fear I would be killed by lightning. When hard times came, I worried for fear we wouldn't have enough to eat. I worried for fear I would go to hell when I died. I worried I was going to marry in some old country church like dad, with natty clothes and stale poses. I pondered over everything everyday whenever I kick trash cans on the way to school then.
As the years went by, and I certainly seemed on the cusp of tremendous changes in the wake of 2009-10-- I did became lonely. LOVE wasn't forthcoming, people weren't staying, mom passed on to glory, I died. but I gradually discovered that ninety percent of the things I worried about never happened. I was all used by fear!
You and I could probably eliminate nine tenths of our worries right now if we would cease our fretting, long enough to discover whether there are any real justifications for our worries.
If we examined the law of averages, we will often be astounded at the facts we uncover. For example, if I knew that during this last 3 weeks, I would have to fight in a battle as bloody as the civil war, I would've set all my earthly affairs in order. But really, it ain't worth it. These things happen but aren't meant to break us.
One thing that prevails over worry is LOVE.
I have been privileged to enjoy the company, intellectual and interdisciplinary encouragement, and constant critical sparring of a number of friends who have added enormously to me. The "Hi, it's Sam, being a while..." that ensued over the phone whenever such a friend calls takes a lasting gratitude on my scrupulous footnotes. That killed worry.
As much as I would love to digress and not keep my thoughts straight, it's clear it hasn't been easy for all of us but that should be a stepping stone to greatness and not a KILLSHOT.
KILL WORRY BEFORE IT KILLS YOU!
GEORGE OLUWADAMILARE VICTOR
©BIGG GEORGE
WORRY
As the summer of 1999 wore on, I became more and more full of worries and anxiety. As a child, I grew in a family that eschewed on a farm-yard and one day, while helping my mother pick bean-shafts, I began to cry. My mother said, "George, what is it you're crying about now?" I blubbered, "I'm worried I'm going to be all lonely later on!".
And yes! When thunderstorms hit, I worried for fear I would be killed by lightning. When hard times came, I worried for fear we wouldn't have enough to eat. I worried for fear I would go to hell when I died. I worried I was going to marry in some old country church like dad, with natty clothes and stale poses. I pondered over everything everyday whenever I kick trash cans on the way to school then.
As the years went by, and I certainly seemed on the cusp of tremendous changes in the wake of 2009-10-- I did became lonely. LOVE wasn't forthcoming, people weren't staying, mom passed on to glory, I died. but I gradually discovered that ninety percent of the things I worried about never happened. I was all used by fear!
You and I could probably eliminate nine tenths of our worries right now if we would cease our fretting, long enough to discover whether there are any real justifications for our worries.
If we examined the law of averages, we will often be astounded at the facts we uncover. For example, if I knew that during this last 3 weeks, I would have to fight in a battle as bloody as the civil war, I would've set all my earthly affairs in order. But really, it ain't worth it. These things happen but aren't meant to break us.
One thing that prevails over worry is LOVE.
I have been privileged to enjoy the company, intellectual and interdisciplinary encouragement, and constant critical sparring of a number of friends who have added enormously to me. The "Hi, it's Sam, being a while..." that ensued over the phone whenever such a friend calls takes a lasting gratitude on my scrupulous footnotes. That killed worry.
As much as I would love to digress and not keep my thoughts straight, it's clear it hasn't been easy for all of us but that should be a stepping stone to greatness and not a KILLSHOT.
KILL WORRY BEFORE IT KILLS YOU!
GEORGE OLUWADAMILARE VICTOR
©BIGG GEORGE
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