The grip of worry

“I’m worried.” How many times do we stumble upon a phrase only when we wake up? The word itself says it: care. That is, with the shadows of false proximity and misfortune, to anticipate what has not yet happened.

The word “worry”, the translation of concern in English, It has an etymological origin in the verb to strangle, to suffocate, to restrain, and more precisely it expresses what is happening. These are precisely some of the symptoms of poisoning from exposure to care or, more than exposure, from the effect of its bite, which, like all toxins inoculated into our bodies, tends to spread through fast tracks of nerves that manage to transport you to all ends of the victim.

When someone is bitten by a snake or any poisonous insect, the best remedy is to find a way to calm down, to put aside complicity in spreading that poison through rapid, strong heartbeat and nervous circulation. The same goes for the habit of worrying. From a small and weak candle, flames are created in us, as if we were a dry plain in the summer into which a careless hand threw a smoking cigarette butt. The factors come together, the north wind stops and…. We don’t have to tell you the rest.

Reality? We are living the procession of the dead of yesterday, without burial, and acres conceived but not yet born. The key is to stop the obstinacy of making yesterday a cave of refuge and tomorrow a tomb where burials are carried out in advance; because neither would be possible for us in this real world. The fear of death is presented as the sovereign of the list of fears.

Interestingly, hethe only one that will be an inevitable reality and as a stamp on our lives since birth, it turns out that this is what statistically bothers us the most.

From there, long lists of fears follow, which, regardless of whether they come true or not, always occur to those who harbor them, with real torture and an undertone of fictional reality. he told us Shakespeare that the brave taste death first time and that the coward has already swallowed him a thousand times.

We may not be as heroic as the great poet suggests, but we can devote time to the tasks of the day, focusing our attention on them. An intensely dedicated thought some activities, will hardly be a victim of the influence of worry.

Restlessness and anxiety cannot be suppressed, because they are like weeds which, when removed, send part of their roots in the ground and will grow again; but they can be squeezed out, so that they no longer receive the light that germinates them, so that they are others strong, constructive thoughts, those that grow within us.

The task is not simple. Since man is bound by the umbilical cord, cares and concerns are transferred to him that were not even his own. Although we are born only with the burden of fear of falling and noise, we already carry, emotionally, seeds habits of worry, which were formed nine months before our birth.

Everyone will have to fight against a an endemic disease that is parasitic in mankind. But while there may not be permanent cures, there are at least daily remedies. All these questions are already sufficiently exposed by the wisdom of our time, but they are seldom learned because of the stubborn stubbornness from which we all suffer.