Worrying does nothing.
It’s an action based on inaction, stemming from fear and anxiety.
Unlike anger, resentment, sadness, jealously, or any other negative feeling, there is no catharsis or release of energy in worrying.
Worrying consumes a lot of energy, but it stores all of this energy and builds up until there’s no room to breathe. It does so because worry exists in a liminal state, the place of in between. When we worry, we are paralyzed, indecisive, and unable to take responsibility of whatever consequence lies ahead. So we wait and worry about what might or might not happen next.
That sounds like a waste of time, doesn’t it? Well, it is! So I’m not going to worry that I’m not where I want to be. Not today anyway. Being patient and waiting is so much easier than worrying!
I have an impatient temperament, so when I’m waiting, I try to keep myself occupied. What better way than to start on a new book!
Jack Kerouac’s On the Road has been on my reading list for over a couple of decades. I don’t know why I never got to it, so I’m getting to it now.
Worry is not something the characters experience very often in this Beat generation classic. In fact, their complete lack of anxiety and fear of the future is what makes this story interesting. Kerouac travels across the U.S. several times, and does so on meager funds and with vague plans. He and his friends may drink a lot, get into trouble, and freeload off others, but there is something I envy about them. Freedom.
They have freedom to explore the road, people, and LIFE with few strings attached. I’m aware that both Kerouac and Cassady (the other main character in the story) died in their forties in real life, but that doesn’t deter me. Heck, many great artists died young!
Would I rather live a short life rich with stories and adventures, or a long boring one without passion? I think I know my answer!