A couple of lady neighbors invited me over for a birthday cake a couple of days after my birthday. Hellen, from a substantial New York background that somewhat lost some of its material wealth, commented that she just didn't worry. It doesn't help was her reason. She said her kids called her Pollyanna.
I responded I do worry about some things such as health, money, cars and on and on. I said pain is part of the whole thing too. Plus asking questions about life. Plus finding out what you believe in. I said Buddha had said life consists of pain and suffering.
She said she always tried to make the best of things and tried to have a good time. She worked hard when she had to and found most situations resolve themselves. She spoke highly of her exhusband and father and kids.
I answered this can be a luxury. It is not always so.
But then I saw the value in what she said. I added if you have a good comfort level, have what you need and see things soberly and become capable and confident, yes, why worry.
Somehow my arguments seemed like excuses, rationals for falling short or missing the boat. Everything thing I could say seemed like rationalizations, justifications for worrying and suffering.
When you recognize what is good in another person, there is not much to say. We want to justify our suffering by giving it universal meaning. This is not always so.