Worrying

I woke up early, 5am, I couldn’t sleep. I never used to have a problem sleeping. I still don’t really compared to a lot of people. 

I seem to be worrying about the things I haven’t done. I am worrying about things I have done. I seem to be suffering from anxiety about stuff more and more as I get older, when I never used to get anxious about anything. When I had things to worry about when I was younger I never did, and now I, essentially have no worries, I am anxious more and more.

I don’t know why.

Perhaps, it is just me.

Maybe it is because the world wants to talk more and more and more and more and more?

What happened to silence?