Why I don't worry.
What is to worry about? The whole world is worrisome. From the dawn of conscience, man has forecast the end of the world. And yet, here we are and the end has never come.
So again, I ask, what is there to worry about?
The world exploding into a new asteroid belt is the finality of all life—the worst case scenario. The best case scenario is that nobody knows the exact time, the place, nor the end for what we call our lives. In being comfortable with one's own demise, the depth of living can be a felt presence of daily experience. Life renews continually. That is what is does. We can do the same.
So how then shall we live? With the faith that life is precious, a gift? Or that life is fleeting, unpredictable and grossly violent?
Being human comes with many emotions. Emotions are tides of the spirit which can wash over us, or be indeed, pleasant like flowers in the meadow.
The calm serenity of knowing that life is simply a passage of one's soul into the temporal motion world and back again to the supreme stillness behind it, is enough for me.
While here, if you've given yourself to some real purpose or another, then you've really no time to worry. The richness of living is enough to starve the worry of dying. For in eating of the wisdom of life, one feeds all appetites which reborn and renew the mind in every thought and action.
Immortality isn't something you find in death, it is something you live in life.
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