The real sting here is that King refuses the comfort of victimhood—she won't let you blame external forces for your struggles. When a surgeon's hands shake in the operating room or a parent lies awake before their child's first day of school, they're not suffering *because* they care; they're suffering *because* they've already proven themselves capable enough to be trusted with something that matters. The privilege King identifies isn't relief from worry, but the hard-won right to worry about something worth worrying about. It's a reframing that transforms anxiety from an enemy into evidence of a life that's been earned, not merely inherited or coasted through.