I am afraid of being obsessed, by anything and with anything.
The feeling of being excessive caring and concern makes me tired. I still remember the "tame" thing in Little Prince. The fox is so nice that I felt sorry for his death. But I'll never agree with him about being tamed by the little prince.
"But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not ea t bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me bac k the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."Little Prince
Too much concern must lead to hurt and pain no matter to oneself or others.
I'm not sure is it right or wrong to share the little games with my families. They seldom relax themselves but they seem to be addicted to it.
They need to have fun and things will be ok.
