For me, anxiety doesn’t come from thinking about the future. Instead, it comes from the inability to control it. The tension between my desire to control the world and the realization that I can’t, creates a sense of restlessness. It makes me wait. Wait for the inevitable to happen.
I would like to believe that the anxiety that runs through me has been a part of every human at one point or another. I don’t believe that it is possible for a person to live his entire life without seriously pondering over some questions before falling asleep. “Will tomorrow be a better day”? “Will this last”? “Who am I?” “What is my purpose?” “Am I just waiting for my inevitable death?”