Worrying about the fact that I could to do less (or more) of anything. Including worrying.
Life is a paradox.

So, in this sense, asking the question in the first place may be adverse. Not that asking questions is ever a bad thing as they illuminate what’s not known, but this is a theoretical answer so bear with me for a second. Asking this question hides an unspoken assumption: that there is something that could be different. Now I pose the opposite question: what if there’s nothing you could do differently?

Suddenly we fall in the discourse of free will and the role of desire an sich.
And I know this sounds like a lot of overthinking for a simple writing prompt and I paradoxically agree with that as well.
Well… At least Descartes would console me telling me ‘At least you’re alive’, probably. Dubito ergo cogito, cogito ergo sum.