No worries

People worry... I worry sometimes, I need to admit that from the start. Recently, I've noticed though, that people I talk to get themselves hung up in trying to make their world the way they want it. I say this absolutely without condesention. I think it is a trait that makes humans unique in this world; we manipulate our environment. Actually, society is built on this ability.

One side of the coin makes 120 volt power and modern plumbing accessable to most of the people on earth, and the other side gives us ulcers, diabetes, obesity, and addiction. We want things to be comfortable, neat, spontaneous, new, sparkling, and spiritual. We want what we want. When we can't make it the way we want it, we worry about it. As if expending mental energy will somehow change anything.

And the funny thing is that we usually don't notice we are doing it. It takes someone else, with different worries, to point out that really, we're in pretty good shape. That's what friends are for, right?

Yesterday I told you that everyday I am taken care of. It happened again today... I worked hard, put love into my interactions everywhere I could, noticed when I didn't, and here I am at the end of the day alive, fed, and ready to do it again tomorrow. I don't claim to be special. I get myself into trouble, just like everybody else, and friends and family have helped me when I needed them. I don't have any magic. I'm just trying to tell you that we are all taken care of. I'm not heading onto any kind of relegious trip here.

In the movie starring Demi Moore, where she was a SEAL candidate, I forget the title at the moment, the instructor quotes, I think Robert Frost, "I have never seen an animal feel sorry for itself... a bird will drop dead off a branch without ever feeling sorry for itself" or something very similar to that. The point is that birds live, animals live without worrying. I think. Kenny, my chihuahua taught me a lot about life. He let things come as they might. He ate, and slept, and loved me. He did what dogs do.

Being homeless and barely employed has made it pretty clear to me. I can worry, and close myself, or try to manipulate others into giving me good tips, or I can just give good service and trust that I will have as much as I need. Staying in Quality, living my Values, keeps me myself. Accepting what comes and responding from my self keeps me happy. Being happy improves my little corner of the world. Reminds me of Kenny; he was happy until he dropped dead. May we all be so lucky.