Worry, worry worry worry worry.
Have you ever worried about being happy, or being happy because you were blessed with the ability to be sad and have some force of weary weakened spirit imposed on the soul and what it should appreciate. What is a worry, a blessing that is in jeopardy of being snatched away from the tender grip of a child who prays to learn the lessons of those before him in a more advanced manner, imperative to survival. We pray to leave those lessons unscathed and bow our heads in solidarity of believing so. Wanting so, breathing so, living so.