The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1895-05-02
BENTON, LOUISIANA,
THURSDAY, ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::MAy2, 1895.
Imaginary Ills.

Imaginary Ills.
An old adage declares, 'never
cross a mountain until you come to
it." It is not often that the proverb
rises above tho average wisdom OF
the people, and he who expects to be-
come wise by the study of proverbs
is very apt to find himself greatly
disappointed. It is also true that an
occasional proverbial saying express
es in a curt and rugged form bit of
wisdom which, it seems, could not
be so appropriately uttered in any
other way. 1t comes with shock
Of surprise, for, whatever men may
say, it is doubtless true that they do
not look for unexpected wisdom in
q proverb, and to find it there is all
the more agreeable. So, in the case
of the proverb above cited, the unex-
pectedness with which q sentiment
is suggested foreign to that contain
ed in the words is doubly pleasure
BILE, for it is undoubtedly true that
large proportion of the ills of life
are almost entirely imaginary, and in
no small degree arise from attempts
to cross the mountain while the
mountain is yet at q distance.
To cherish imaginary ills is to pay
interest on borrowed trouble, and
yet SO unhappy is the propensity Of
some minds that they will worry
about matters which are not, in the
ordinary course of events, to come
to pass for years, and some that may
never occur. There are people who
have contracted the habit of worry
ing, for bad habit can be more
easily contracted than a good one,
and in nine cases out of ten their
ills are purely imaginary. Youth is
not 90 prone to misery Of this kind
ss middle or advanced age, but still
Il occasionally happens that a young
man, or more frequently a young
woman, will weary about the future
and what the future will bring, where
there is not the slightest cause for
evil anticipations. If ones imagina-
ton is strong enough an imaginary
i'll becomes as real and as hard to
bear as though it were actually real
lied and an ever present source of
annoyance.
Everyone should have, somewhere
or other in his knowledge and within
easy reach, q magic door which he
can close upon all his troubles. It
may be his own, it may be the door
Of friend, or the door of Gods
house, but wherever it is, when he
closes it he should be able with it's
aid to shut out all his imaginary ills.
They will wait for him outside, and
like little crooked demons, green,
red and yellow, misshapen and de-
formed, they will sit on the curb
stone, plant themselves in rows on
the fences, perch on the cornices and
in the trees and wait for him to make
his appearance. When he does, they
oftentimes cluster about him, shout
ing to one another the news that he
has come out, and follow him in
droves wherever he goes, but he
must shake them of, run away from
them, drive them away. They will
urge him to cross the mountain be-
fore he gets to it, and he may often
be inclined to listen to their advice,
but by systematically disregarding it
he viii be able to rid himself of his
imaginary ills, which in too many
cases, form the greater part Of his
annoyances.
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