Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.
Buscaglia catches something most worry-warnings miss: the trade isn't even favorable to our survival instincts. We half-believe anxiety about tomorrow might somehow prepare us or prevent disaster, but he insists the arithmetic is brutally simple—we lose today's actual contentment in exchange for borrowing tomorrow's troubles before they arrive. When you spend a Tuesday evening fretting about a Friday presentation instead of enjoying your meal with friends, you've given up something real and present for something imaginary and future. The sting of this observation lies in recognizing that worry doesn't even deliver on its false promise of protection; it merely makes us poorer, twice over.