Worrying is like a rocking chair. it just keeps us occuppied but it doesn’t get us anywhere.
yet, somehow we get stuck in it. with our butt stuck, worrying.. rocking back and forth. rocking back and forth. rocking back and forth. wondering the what if’s and counting the countless possibilities… trapped in an untangled web of irrational thoughts. wondering about patternless occurences and surprising incidents. we think about yesterday and wodner what tomorrow will bring. looking on hindsight and how the future seems grim. at times, our brains become filled with empty meaningless thoughts . swirling round and round and round. no beginning no end.. worrying is like having a fantasy but it is done poorly. dreaming a dream but doing nothing about it, it serves no value as we try to anticipate things which are yet to happen. yet, we sit here thinking. unable to move on. we are simply moving back and forth. moving back and forth. moving back and forth.
and, now i sit here, on my white wooden rocking chair, on a quiet lazy Sunday afternoon.
rocking back and forth.