Life, the Universe, and Everything

As the clock nears noon, the day has truly only begun. A day unlike most others, the first day back after multiple consecutive absences. The day crawls along, a seemingly endless wait after days of sleeping for twelve hours. The cause of this is not unfamiliar, just an aggravated case of a daily occurrence. And yet, as I sat in Dr. Diehl's office on a Friday morning, sinuses swelling with infection, I had to wonder what the consequences would be for this alienation. The worst had to be over, in that the regurgitation had already passed, but the suffering continued. If you've never had the pleasure of waking up in the morning with enough drainage running down your throat that you weren't sure you were breathing, you're not missing out. But the question had to be posed, so what? The sinus problem would pass, and while the thought of missing two days in calculus is worrying, by Tuesday, all the worry will be over. In the end, this infection won't really have any effect on the stream of my life. I probably won't even remember it in a week's time. (Though, my vanity will bring me back to read this, so there's not really a chance of that.) And now, with the clock slightly nearer to noon than when I sat down, a realization occurs. Given that it's now been less than a day since I was worried about the consequences and they've already passed, why worry about anything? Better to just decide and move on than to worry for your whole life.