Perhaps the most miserable people in the world are the
very careful ones.
You that are so anxious about what shall happen to morrow
that you cannot enjoy the pleasures of today...
You who have such a peculiar
cast of mind that you suspect every star to be a comet...
And imagine that
there must be a volcano in every grassy mead...
You that are more attracted by
the spots in the sun than by the sun itself...
And more amazed by one dry leaf
on the tree than by all the verdure of the woods...
You that make more of your
troubles than you could do of your jobs...
I say, I think you belong to the
most miserable of men.
~Charles Spurgeon~
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