Is it natural to worry? No.
It is natural to be worried at certain times and events of course, yes, and but the act of worrying is a conscious exercise that we decide to engage in.
When I was younger it was said to me that nothing was ever gained by the practice of worrying. And but I did not believe it. I knew that was untrue. I knew I could be good at something. I knew I could be a contender. So I took my amateur worrying and my big faith in my ability to worry to a whole new level in the art of Worry. I knew there was something to be gained by worrying: I could improve my skill in worrying and my worry stamina. I could be the best. Through time and hard practice I increased by ability to worry tenfold. Maybe more. Maybe even elevenfold.
Through my time served and years spent, I met others who could worry. Some could worry at a very adept level and with very great expertise. And but none better than I. I became a fully qualified, belted and high-ranking practitioner of Worry who moved quickly through the upper echelons until I was due to participate in my Main Event (have you had yours yet?). I trained hard. I worried every day for several hours (sometimes with training partners who would worry me). I worried over my crane stance at dawn on a rock on the beach. I worried about bikers in bars; worrying about their halitosis and unkempt facial furniture around their drunken games of pool. I worried on unlit streets with gangs of youths who helped me hone my worrying-at-night skill. I worried and I worried. I worried myself into oblivion. Which was worrying. In fact I worried so relentlessly that something happened: I completely lost sight of my worrying goal. I burned out. The time had passed; my Main Event came and went, and I had forgotten what I had been practicing so conscientiously for. My worrying effort had been for nothing. Nothing!
I retired, vanquished. When the dust settled and the airs cleared, I began worrying about my lack of worrying ability and but I had no strength left for any of it. So I took a conscious decision. I decided to disavow Worry. Yes, I decided to disengage my worrying and abandon it as it had abandoned me. I was callous and cold-hearted and but it was not difficult to be so since worrying is a wholly conscious exercise. I decided to switch it off knowing from then, the true truth that truly nothing was ever gained through the practice of worrying.
Thank you.
btw, I am opening the School of Carefree-ness very soon. Come train! Good rates! Short contracts! Google it or twitter it or something on facebook or whatever
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It is natural to be worried at certain times and events of course, yes, and but the act of worrying is a conscious exercise that we decide to engage in.
When I was younger it was said to me that nothing was ever gained by the practice of worrying. And but I did not believe it. I knew that was untrue. I knew I could be good at something. I knew I could be a contender. So I took my amateur worrying and my big faith in my ability to worry to a whole new level in the art of Worry. I knew there was something to be gained by worrying: I could improve my skill in worrying and my worry stamina. I could be the best. Through time and hard practice I increased by ability to worry tenfold. Maybe more. Maybe even elevenfold.
Through my time served and years spent, I met others who could worry. Some could worry at a very adept level and with very great expertise. And but none better than I. I became a fully qualified, belted and high-ranking practitioner of Worry who moved quickly through the upper echelons until I was due to participate in my Main Event (have you had yours yet?). I trained hard. I worried every day for several hours (sometimes with training partners who would worry me). I worried over my crane stance at dawn on a rock on the beach. I worried about bikers in bars; worrying about their halitosis and unkempt facial furniture around their drunken games of pool. I worried on unlit streets with gangs of youths who helped me hone my worrying-at-night skill. I worried and I worried. I worried myself into oblivion. Which was worrying. In fact I worried so relentlessly that something happened: I completely lost sight of my worrying goal. I burned out. The time had passed; my Main Event came and went, and I had forgotten what I had been practicing so conscientiously for. My worrying effort had been for nothing. Nothing!
I retired, vanquished. When the dust settled and the airs cleared, I began worrying about my lack of worrying ability and but I had no strength left for any of it. So I took a conscious decision. I decided to disavow Worry. Yes, I decided to disengage my worrying and abandon it as it had abandoned me. I was callous and cold-hearted and but it was not difficult to be so since worrying is a wholly conscious exercise. I decided to switch it off knowing from then, the true truth that truly nothing was ever gained through the practice of worrying.
Thank you.
btw, I am opening the School of Carefree-ness very soon. Come train! Good rates! Short contracts! Google it or twitter it or something on facebook or whatever
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