I don't wake up saying, 'Oh, I'm going to die.' It's a waste of time. It really is.
It's what I call "mental masturbation", when you engage is some pointless intellectual exercise that has no possible meaning.
Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.
Regrets are stupid; they don't mean anything and they don't add up to anything.
I try not to go down the 'what if' road very often. It isn't fruitful and just makes you feel crummy.
I would dearly love to resist the temptation, if you can call it that, to worry. It's boring, it's anti-social, it's unproductive and it's depressing.
Much like the hands of a clock go nowhere fast, anxious thoughts run us round-and-round without taking us anywhere!
Life is not long, and too much of it must not pass in idle deliberation how it shall be spent.
