I think sometimes we worry just to feel something. It's not as if worrying is an emotion that we particularly enjoy, yet we cling to it for the comfort it brings through its consistency. We know what it is to worry - we can anticipate our bodies' reactions, can expect the quickened pulse, the shaky hands, the headaches. To worry is second nature. Our desire to control and our utter lack of control make for the perfect conditions.
I wonder what it'd be like to be free from worrying. Would my mind even be able to handle the lack of activity? Could my body still function without the adrenaline inducer?
Would I really be at peace if I were really at peace?
Oh, to be free from worry! What a life that would be.
