I start to worry if I stop recounting and retelling these many joys. Besides, I'm not flaunting them. I only tell them to myself. I worry that I go through life uncomplainingly these days.
I worry that I successfully bag my desires (now I have a bag of small achieved desires), while others don't. While many in my country, in the world, suffer. I worry that I've become mediocre. I might as well fill my pockets with these desires as stones that will take me down a river.
I worry that a state of equilibrium is always bound for agitation, like a calm before the storm, or worse, a crumbling at the slightest stirring.
I worried that I drank too much, so I stayed sober. It's been almost 30 days now and I feel like I can sustain this sobriety. I ran 93.1km in the past four weeks.
Finally, I realized that I am thankful for these worries. If it wasn't for them, I would have kept my own life unexamined. I know for sure that my decisions aren't just a reaction to life's worries. It is a pursuit of life itself.
I worry, yes, but more importantly, I will. I will say yes to life. Yes, I will, yes.
and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.