Anxiety, the things to come.
Long story short. Anxiety can be killed. Decisively and effectively. There are several routes to go about it but one of the most effective ways is to hack your mind. Let’s face the truth. Our conscious can only take so much of this world’s bullshit. It buckles after years of abuse. And if we don’t help it help itself, it will burn out. Enter nootropics.
The title above succinctly answers what anxiety is. But why is something larger and at the core of the human condition. The future, the very soul of the unknown, worries us. (The past shames us. That’s another story. We are being blindsided by the enemy. Our inimitable brain.) Never a day passes without beating ourselves down with tomorrow’s troubles. We cannot sleep without worries by our side. It worries us not worrying. And therein lies the truth.
Worry gives us something to do and we naively believe that if we worry deep enough we might act on it in the end. But anxiety is due of inaction. If we count to three and dash into the arena all the time, we are blessed aren’t we? (We are not Hulk. We are the donkey in Shrek.)
We have come to depend on anxiety too much. It’s our own terrible reminder app. We keep it on the surface of all the other thoughts so that we might not lose them in the deluge of the kamikaze our brain enacts everyday. We need to, lest we forget and shock ourselves to death when we realise we forgot the thing. What thing? Everything. We are terrified of picking up an unknown call. Our brows might suggest that there is lion ready to pounce on us on the prairie.
Why.
Thoughts, that’s why.
Research suggests an upwards of 50,000 thoughts zip through our minds around 200 kilometers per second. That’s a lot faster than trying to catch a slipping soap bar in the shower. (I miss it and curse it all the time. It worries me that I missed the goddamn soap bar. Senescence has come, I tell myself.)
But why are we really worried about anything and everything. Thoughts whose origin we know nothing of troubles us. It immobilises us. We sit through the day wherever we are absent in thoughts. Some of them seem harmless but they lead to other more potent ones. A single image can bring in torrents of memories which stresses us. Even joyful ones. Passing by a school building can evoke our own childhood but along with it the regret that we should have played more and studied more diligently. Shouldn’t we be just happy that we did have a normal childhood which not many of the kids nowadays can boast of. Why is that we regret most of our memories. Of course we do have nice ones too but you get the idea. We remember the worst ones adamantly. We sort of enjoy beating ourselves to pulp. We are many things at the same time but being positive is not one of them. We underrate positivity.
And how do we stay positive and motivated. Habits and routines. You might have heard it before. But ignored it or as the day washes over everything we might have forgotten it. But it’s important that we should remember it. Habits and routines give shape to our lives. It’s the only given in a shapeshifting life. Most of us didn’t expect a virus to stop our lives. Now it’s a page in our history. But our routine is ours to keep. Nothing can stop us from getting up at ungodly hours and start doing something. Working out or reading or writing. It’s what keep us sane. Fuck sleep. We have had enough of it. But we can’t get enough of our lives. So, get doing what gives you joy. You can live your life even if restrained within walls too. That’s the magic of our consciousness. The only way out of our own anxieties is our work. Do something today and log it as your success. Our rewards are just around the corner. After all, five years is nothing in the larger scale of your life.
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