Letting go of worry isn’t easy, but it’s freeing. I am not bound to the idea that something terrible is just around the corner. I can choose to embrace the uncertainty of life with open hands, trusting that I have the strength to face whatever comes, without needing to prepare for every possible negative outcome in advance. In the grand scheme of things, worry is a useless emotion. I set it down and choose a path of calm, presence, and acceptance.
I’ve learned to hold my thoughts a little lighter,
Not to clutch at fears, not to be a fighter
Against shadows that never cast a form,
Worry, that false and endless storm.
I used to grasp at the unknown,
A string of fears I couldn’t own,
Tied to futures not yet born,
And spent my nights in quiet scorn.
But now I pause and feel the air,
Notice the present, everywhere,
The moment, pure and fully here,
Where fear and worry have no claim, no tear.
For I see now, that worry’s just a dream,
A chase of echoes, a fleeting scream,
That drains the day and clouds the light—
A waste of heart, a phantom fight.
So I remind myself, when worries rise,
That all they do is blur the skies.
Instead, I breathe, I trust, I stand,
And let the moment take my hand.
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