Maybe the things that I worry about are not that worrisome.
When my car makes weird noises, the noise shouldn't seem so loud in my head. When my coffee spills on my lap, I should laugh at that.
Life is as fast as an intake of a breath, so maybe I should focus on more important things.
The education of my nieces and nephews.
Equal opportunity for ghetto boys and girls.
What if I put all of my energy that I waste on worrying into something profitable?
Maybe I'll have enough energy to exude to light a room.
Maybe someone's life.
See, I only have a set amount of time on this planet. I know that I do not want to waste it.
I look at my watch and each tick is a second that climbs on top of another to make an hour. Then the hour turns to weeks and the weeks to years and the years into a life time.
I don't want to live a life consumed by worry, but I want to live a life that benefits my mom, brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, cousins, friends, and strangers.