My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Worrying
When we worry about what might go wrong we have unlimited possibilities. Worrying about what could actually go wrong narrows the field, but it is still large enough to keep us busy for a long while. Only when we decide to worry about what actually will go wrong have we nothing to do, since that is what cannot be know and so need cause us no concern.
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possibilities,
worry
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