Why is it, for me, that uncertainty brings such so much thoughts, and ravaging pains, as it always assumes the worst. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Hope is often short-lived and expensive, and is in short supply all over the world.
Maybe because happiness is so much more worthwhile when it comes as a suprise, because the sheer positive shock of it would have to be joy. If it just gradually creeps in... maybe it isn't what it seems. Have I been blind, or just preferentially impaired?
One more note... listen to your friends, especially if a couple of totally different people say the same thing.