Meaning - Its Pursuit and Absence
Anxiety: An Introduction
I often times wake up in the middle of the night in a vivid panic. It is not that there is someone beating down my door (or even the worry of that), or that I have forgotten something terribly important that ought to have been front of mind. Rather, the terror comes to me across many years, reaching out from a far future that in the moment feels very near at hand. I hesitate to even address these feelings as they are childish and immature, the fear of death being something that all humans have confronted and managed, and which adulthood should inure one from. But it is indeed the fear of death that drives me into a furious panic. I quite literally jump out of bed, pacing the length of my apartment, heart pounding away and my cat looking quite confused for about 10 minutes before I can slide back into bed to confront the night again.