Worrying is so pointless.
I lay in bed last night with dark thoughts tumbling through my head. It usually starts out very simply, thinking about finances and bills and such. Then it progresses to how I'm doing at work, which of course leads to where I am professionally. Of course the next logical step is thinking about WHERE I am in life. How did I get here? Where am I going?
Then I thought about a documentary I had seen earlier in the day. It was about American POW's held at the "Hanoi Hilton" in Vietnam. Men who spent much of their adult lives in a cell, away from their families. One of the vets who was interviewed said, "all of the daily grind that we worry about every day doesn't mean a damn thing." And he's right.
Then I fell asleep.
I lay in bed last night with dark thoughts tumbling through my head. It usually starts out very simply, thinking about finances and bills and such. Then it progresses to how I'm doing at work, which of course leads to where I am professionally. Of course the next logical step is thinking about WHERE I am in life. How did I get here? Where am I going?
Then I thought about a documentary I had seen earlier in the day. It was about American POW's held at the "Hanoi Hilton" in Vietnam. Men who spent much of their adult lives in a cell, away from their families. One of the vets who was interviewed said, "all of the daily grind that we worry about every day doesn't mean a damn thing." And he's right.
Then I fell asleep.
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lamia1:
I responded to your etymology comment in the comment section of my own journal (because it is quite long, doesn't have anything to do with what you've written here in your journal, so I thought it would be better to put it there). Go take a look! Thanks for paying attention. 
dagan:
I could definitely not handle working in an office every day...