I just see myself as a human being that's concerned about life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that we are never so alive as when we concern ourselves with other people.
It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we're alive - to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.
I worry about the world.
My nature is to worry about everything too much.
As for what other people think of me, I could worry about that every day, but choose not to.
I think you're not a human being unless you have doubts and fears.
As a human being, I'm concerned about the world that I live in. So, I'm concerned about peace. I'm concerned about - about man's inhumanity to man. I'm concerned about the environment.
We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent with the present, unable to take in the idea of dying, unable to sit still.
It only seems as if you're doing something when you worry.
I used to worry about what life was for - now being alive seems sufficient reason.