Worry free, woe free

Worry free, woe free

Have you ever wondered why you might tend to default to worrying whenever contemplating any situation’s potential development? You might and probably do start any consideration in the positive mode, excited at new prospects but given its head, so to speak, your mind probably moves into worry-mode swiftly thereafter.

The worry behind all worries, the fear behind all fears, is the fear of dying and of being dead (subsequent to that), and of the suffering that might entail – the pain, the abandonment, the aloneness, the feeling of being a loser, losing out.

And of course, the inconvenience all this may cause – and inconvenience in general – a lot of worry-time is devoted to the fear of inconvenience and a lot of the rest to imagining how others will perceive and judge your actions, your performance, your worth, and the implicit fear of humiliation as a result of their potentially negative judgment of you.

Redact the fear of inconvenience and of people thinking the worse of you and of the humiliation that would accompany that and all you have to address is the fear of death and of the dying that leads up to it, and of the suffering leading up to that.

I can help you with that but not here, save to say be in your back rather than your front and you’ll instantly spot how that fear occurs solely in the front of you on account of the front sector housing the concocted, fictional self whose existence depends on the physical. Sitting back in the back however, you are the creator of that fictional self – you are the concocter rather than the concocted. The concocter is eternal – at least assume that – identify with the concocter not the concocted and all fear of death dissipates quickly.

But I digress – what we’re looking at is the worry habit rather than content. If you worry, you can be sure you learned the habit from one or both parents.

They in turn learned it from one or more of theirs and so on. Worry however is no way obligatory. It serves somewhat of a purpose in the sense of helping prevent complacency – and as we know enough complacency, leading to enough dearth of productivity and you eventually end up dead, so good to avoid. But worry isn’t an efficient way to do that at all.

Far better using the power of intention instead. See it in your mind’s eye, and agree to it, and it will be so.

But I digress again.

Worry shares the same root as woe – and also rhymes with furry, giving the sense of perturbating that aspect of mind where all the woe resides – and perturbating is very close to masturbating meaning wise – relatively self-pointless stimulation.

Slide into your back and stay there and you really can’t be bothered running that kind of interference on yourself anymore. There’s clearly no point. In the back you’re able to see that, and able to see you have an option to simply not worry, and able to exercise that option.

Instead of worrying, instead of perturbating your woes, clarify to yourself how you intend things to go, and agree to that.

And it will be so.

On the other hand, worrying can be fun, in a twisted adrenalin-stimulating way – getting yourself worked up into a lather about nothing can be exciting, and so certainly a distraction from being afraid of death – ironically, seeing as it’s that fear behind all worrying.

I suggest devoting something like 7 minutes a day to worrying intensely about anything you like, but as soon as the seven minutes are up, you stop, even if in mid-sentence in the internal dialogue. Just stop.

Do this as a discipline each day for a week or so and you’ll more than likely never really worry again – about anything.

As you know there’s no point worrying – it achieves absolutely nothing in itself, aside from shortening your life for all the wear and tear on your system.

Things will do what they do whether you worry or not.

But do the 7 minutes daily practice as above – bear all the rest of the above in mind too, and my reckoning is you’ll have made a miraculous shift into never-worrying-again mode within a week. Imagine (if you dare be so radical).