I still worry about the future sometimes. A lot less than how much I used to though. And from my observation, a lot less than how much some people around me do about theirs.

  It might be a part of growing up. 28 years into my life (29 in October), and things are generally good - despite everything I had previously been concerned about. So I wonder, if I hadn’t worried about my future, in my past (if that makes sense), would everything still be ok now? I believe so.

  I spend time contemplating such questions. My alone time is filled with these musings. They’re sort of entertaining, in a strange way.

  I also wondered: would it make any difference to my future, whether or not I worry about it? And I figured that yes, my future would be different if I remove “worrying” from the equation altogether. It would be different in a better way though: I would be happier. Mainly because I’d be happier now, since I’m not troubled about my future. And the future is nothing but a continuation of “now”. Did I lose you yet?

  Of course, my mind had to throw objections to this. Such as, “If you don’t worry about your future, it means that you don’t care about it”. 

  But caring is a different concept. I can care about my future without living in constant fear that something will go wrong. When I am calm, I can think and plan for my forthcoming days from a place of trust. A trust that everything will fall into place, eventually.  

  I’m not saying that I’m always so self-assured. There are moments where I slip into an abyss of dark expectations. I get flashes of all sorts of horrible twists of fate that could happen to me. Things I’ve seen, or heard happen to others. Other times I envision a boring, ordinary life. One which would end without leaving any mark on this planet. Something I dread.  

  What has changed from my younger years is that now, instead of sinking deeper into my apprehension, and have it ruin my mood for days, I shake it off. I tell myself that everything always works out for the best.  At least for me, it always has.

   I might not be a person who practices all requirements of his faith. But the faith is there. And lucky for me, God doesn’t only take care of the lives of saintly, righteous people. Knowing this, I have learned to let go…

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