Dearest Sunny,
I believe every person has halves. By halves I mean we have two voices in our heads. The wise one, and the not so wise. And recently, I discovered another set of halves in me.
Half one
I'm waiting. Waiting for some to bad to happen. Something that will tear me down. Something miserable is coming my way, I just know it. What could it be? I ask myself. So I wait.
Half two
What's the point of waiting, half one? Is it going to happen sooner just because you worry? There's no point in worrying, no point in dedicating spaces of your mind, your attention to something that is a figment of your occasionally pessimistic imagination. Don't indulge in that. It will do you no good, you know it and I know it.