(My traditional Holiday post)
“Yeah, riiiight…” “If you’re not worrying, you don’t understand
the situation…”
Okay,
we’ve all been there – had some irritatingly cheerful soul spout some nonsense
about “don’t worry…think positive” or some such grating platitude, when we’re
tangled with a situation that scares us.
What’s wrong with the goody-goody unicorn rainbow person that he/she
doesn’t get it! I’ve got to worry about it,
because if I don’t…”
- Is some situation going to crater or explode
because you stopped worrying?
- Is someone going to think less of you if you stop your worry and suffering on account of someone else?
- Well, maybe the latter, but that’s a relationship needing a re-set.
What IS worry, anyway? Worry is creating something you do not want. Worry is the action of focusing your thinking on something that you fear and do not want. Now, how on earth does that thinking improve anything? It can’t. It only increases your awareness of what else is “wrong” or “un-desired.” It’s very easy to worry about a mole hill - then find yourself with a mountain of grief.
Hank’s Curious Math
A lot of people worry
about getting older, as if worry will somehow reverse the process.
Perception continues to rule. You may know of someone who is “old” at thirty
and others who are “young” at eighty. The difference? Perspective. A good example is Hank.
Jovial 60-year-old Hank is smitten with 30-year-old
Bonita, who is equally enchanted with Hank. They become engaged.
“Goodness,” Hank’s
friends remark, in horror, that “she’s half your age!”
“She’ll catch up,” replies Hank calmly. “When I’m 90
she’ll be two-thirds
my age.”
In Hank’s perspective, at some point in time, they may
very well be the
same age. It’s a curious math – but a great attitude!
People
who are unhappy equally like to share their misery, or, in most instances, are
so practiced in worrying and focusing on what
they don’t like they lose their awareness of HOW they are thinking. Adapting an old Russian joke:
The
Englishman thought for a moment. “Genie, I wish that I owned a great estate
with a full staff to wait on me and my family.” Poof! It was done.
The
Frenchman thought for a moment. “Genie, I wish to be a famous poet and have
hundreds of beautiful women clamoring to make love with me.” Poof! It was done.
Genie
turned to the Russian. “And what wish may I grant for you?”
The Russian thought for a moment.
“My neighbor has a new car and I do not. Wreck my neighbor’s car!”
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