In the same crisis again

 Just when I think I am good, some existential question creeps in and ruins my mood. But that was few weeks ago. I do not think I do have the time and space in my mind to think over such things when reality hits hard. I am at the mere mercy of few bucks in my wallet and I have realized that if life does not come from you first, then it hits you first and fast. 

The Weight

As a kid, I had trivial things to be worried about, which absolutely at the time seemed serious. All the smiles, giggles and hummings we made were not just out of blue but because everything seemed fine. 

Soon, I would learn to carry small loads of weight on my shoulder, because life is not easy for most of us. Then there, my boyhood worries seemed easy, even funny.

As I grow older, I always think, there will always be things to be worried off and as long as you are alive, that would not end. And that I would see any troubles right now in retrospect as childish as any worries do. 

So, I tell myself, "You got this one life and you are going to drown yourself in the weight of other people's expectations?"

And of course, that does not mean that you should not be responsible. A weight of worry, can power your work but to be ensalved by it, that is not the way, my brother.