That worry is a curse no intelligent observer of life will deny.  It has hindered millions from progressing, and never benefited a soul.  It occupies the mind with that which is injurious and thus keeps out the things that might benefit and bless.  It is an active and real manifestation of the fable of the man who placed the frozen asp in his bosom.  As he warmed it back to life the reptile turned and fatally bit his benefactor.  Worry is as a dangerous, injurious book, the reading of which not only takes up the time that might have been spent in reading a good, instructive, and helpful book, but, at the same time, poisons the mind of the reader, corrupts his soul with evil images, and sets his feet on the pathway to destruction.

Why is it that creatures endowed with reason distress themselves and everyone around them by worrying?  It might seem reasonable for the wild creatures of the wood—­animals without reason—­to worry as to how they should secure their food, and live safely with wilder animals and men seeking their blood and hunting them; but that men and women, endued with the power of thought, capable of seeing the why and wherefore of things, should worry, is one of the strange and peculiar evidences that our so-called civilization is not all that it ought to be.  The wild Indian of the desert, forest, or canyon seldom, if ever, worries.  He is too great a natural philosopher to be engaged in so foolish and unnecessary a business.  He has a better practical system of life than has his white and civilized (!) brother who worries, for he says:  Change what can be changed; bear the unchangeable without a murmur.  With this philosophy he braves the wind and the rain, the sand, and the storm, the extremes of heat and cold, the plethora of a good harvest or the famine of a drought.  If he complains it is within himself; and if he whines and whimpers no one ever hears him.  His face may become a little more stern under the higher pressure; he may tighten his waist belt a hole or two to stifle the complaints of his empty stomach, but his voice loses no note of its cheeriness and his smile none of its sweet serenity.

Why should the rude and brutal (!) savage be thus, while the cultured, educated, refined man and woman of civilization worry wrinkles into their faces, gray hairs upon their heads, querelousness into their voices and bitterness into their hearts?

When we use the word “worry” what do we mean?  The word comes from the old Saxon, and was in imitation of the sound caused by the choking or strangling of an animal when seized by the throat by another animal.  We still refer to the “worrying” of sheep by dogs—­the seizing by the throat with the teeth; killing or badly injuring by repeated biting, shaking, tearing, etc.  From this original meaning the word has enlarged until now it means to tease, to trouble, to harass with importunity or with care or anxiety.  In other words it is undue care, needless anxiety, unnecessary brooding, fretting thought.