P.S.

when everyone loves you for who you are, you worry.
you eager to be useful for those you care.

when everybody counts on you, you worry
everyone befriends to me because they need something from me.
What if someday I cannot provide?
Will they still care?

it is just one sample
there are still so many things
that make us worry and whine
it is an endless (should I add reversible?; nothing changed, it is reversible X)) cycle

It is our flesh
which laden our cross

this helps:
count your blessings, friends