I’ll keep this short. But yeah, you got a choice. Shit’s gonna come your way whether you like it or not – so the way you choose to see and interpret it will determine whether your life will be full of suffering and shit, or good and sunshine and thankfullness and all that jazzy stuff.
I really can’t do anything, and the more I think about it the more shit I fill in my mind. What if, when would, blah blah blah. Stuff I really can’t control. I’m trying to control stuff I don’t have control of! I can control myself though, and it’s funny because that’s the most important part, yet I forget about it.
No need to feel guilty. If anything, she’d be upset and worried that I’m worried. She’d be worried that I’m hurting and worried