Tell me someone who doesn't worry and I'd gladly be his/her slave. Ok, maybe I'll just treat him/her to lunch. XD
Anyway, is life made for worries? "No one gets out of life alive" is a fact, hence, is worrying about it even legitimate?
I've worried not doing what I wanted to do, but I'm stagnant.
I've worried about having my love for something die if I don't express it,
and I've also worried about my love dying if I actually did express it.
There something is wrong.
Maybe contentment is missing.