[1] I worried too much
I watched the news and worried too much. Will I have enough savings for retirement? Can I even retire one day? Can I afford to live comfortably if I choose my path? I don't know. Actually, nobody knows. Nobody has the power to guide a piece of luck into their life. Someone can say, invest in this place; it will give you a xx% return in 20 years, or do this job; it will guarantee your pension, or go climb the corporate ladder; you will thank yourself in 20 years- but there's a probability that I won't even reach that time to taste the fruits. I have seen enough sleepless nights just for it to end without rest. No matter how much we prepare for certain things, nobody knows what will happen. We can prevent one bad thing from happening, but another equally bad thing can happen. This means we want a good thing to happen, but another, much better thing can happen. I'm alive now, at this time. I can feel and see, taste and hear, I'm grateful for that.
I'm writing this to calm myself, just to let it out after seeing all the stuff that happened since 2019. Seeing how easily the news gets to us makes it seem like we can never rest, like the world is ending but at an excruciatingly slow pace, and we all become the silent audiences bound to our chairs. But all of us are still alive. There's something we can do, big or small. I believe that if we commit to something, good things will start to happen. Nobody knows when, but one day it will. I have faith in that.
from a worrywart,
reesa