
12/21/2024
I spent so much time consumed by anxiety—wondering if the plants would thrive, if the streams would follow their course, if the world would continue turning as it should. And if it didn’t, how could I fix it?
Did I make the right choices? Did I make mistakes? Will I ever find peace, or can I improve?
Would I ever find my voice to sing, as the little birds do, while I felt so lost?
Would my vision fade, or was it just my mind playing tricks? Would I face joint issues, a locked jaw, or cognitive decline?
In the end, I realized that my worry led nowhere. So, I let it all go, gathered my aging self, stepped outside into the dawn—and sang.