I Guess I Worry Too Much

I'm filled with doubts and lack of confidence.

When another's fate becomes connected with your own, you somehow get out of balance.  

I guess that's what happens when you've been too used to living life alone. It's one thing to be concerned with your own self, it's a totally different matter when you've got more than yourself to be concerned about. A lot of things change. 

I worry a lot--that's another reason. I worry about being good enough. I worry about being qualified. I worry about whether I can return the happiness. I worry, worry, and worry some more. 

I know that all this worrying can't be too good, but I can't help it. I worry all the same. 

This sounds like I'm complaining. It's as if I'm talking about a burden. One may think that I'm dealing with something troublesome. 

But that's not true at all. Not true at all. I'm saying this while shaking my head: that's not true at all. 

I'm presented with something beautiful, wonderful, and precious. That's why I worry. 

I worry about ruining it. I worry about being undeserving of it. I worry about my mistakes and failures. 

But then again, if I have time to worry, I should have time to better myself. 

If I have time to worry, I should have time to reflect and correct my actions. 

If I have time to worry, I'm better off spending that time giving happiness, no matter how slightly. 

I guess I worry too much. 

All this while, I should have been learning. 

So I won't worry too much. Just a little. 

Being too serious can be suffocating.

So I won't worry too much. Just a little. 

I would aim to improve. Aim to improve a lot. 

But still, I would worry. Even a little. Just not a lot. I can't help it. 

After all, I'm presented with something beautiful, wonderful, and precious. That's why I worry.


If you value something so much, it just can't be helped.