Concern: (n) anxiety; worry.
Concern is the word we use when we want to establish that we are way too mature to be worried. After all, we are mentally balanced,
spiritually enhanced and emotionally stabilized to such an extent that we are able to express concern without, shall we say, losing our shit.
But this week, I have taken inventory of what should truly be concerning and what is merely passing rumor, attempting to generate fear.
I am concerned about my apathy.
It causes me to do ill-advised things for my health and also not be sensitive enough to the health and feelings of others.
I have a concern about my ego.
I’m not always certain when it shows up or if it’s the good guy of my motivation is in control.
I don’t have a concern for my family.
I took my best shot. And if that wasn’t good enough, they have had plenty of time to acquire other shots.
I do have a concern for my country.
Historically, every nation that ceases to have a world vision for the human family becomes obstructive to good will and has to be exterminated.
I have no concern for tomorrow.
There is no tomorrow until I make it.
I do have a concern for death.
I am not one of those verbose, fearless individuals who claims he is not afraid to die. If a vote were taken, I think it’s a horrible idea. Death, that is. But since my vote does not count, let me try to scare it away instead of vice versa.
I have no concern about the existence of God.
If He exists, His comprehension is so far beyond my grasp that any attempt on my part to ascertain His will must come across as a roaring farce at the Pearly Gates.
If He doesn’t exist, I will handle those “grave concerns” when they unearth.
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