Sometimes, our worries are about what ifs. Some of our fears come to haunt us as we consider possibilities, and many times our energy and intelligence are wasted as we speculate that our worst fears will come to pass.
Our transportation used to be by horse drawn wagons; some of the horses were afraid to cross bridges. The metal rims of the wagon wheels made an eerie sound as they rolled across the boards of the wooden bridges. Now and then, the horse would spook and run.
When we traveled, we missed much of the pleasure of the trip while we worried that there might be a bridge in our path. Many times, we reached our destination without ever encountering one.
Bridges that we never cross may have more to do with our mental ease than the bridges of reality.
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