I think the best reaction to anxiety is the unflinching embracement of absurdism. Life is absurd; the mere contemplation of something all consuming as anxiety is absurd; not to mention the experience of anxiety itself.
There is no weight to anxiety; there is no weight to the contemplation of it. Although Kierkegaard focused on its contemplation, the mere act of contemplating its place in our being is absurd; just as experiencing it so overwhelmingly that our contemplation of its place in in our lives is impossible; is absurd.
Absurdity is chaos. Chaos is absurd. You can flip any human emotion and experience, and the way we perceive it, on its head. It does not solve anything; it just reaffirms how absurd the environs of life and our perception of it can be.
We can live and we can perceive living. That is absurd. Absurdity is lovely and it is the only purifying force for any form of anxiety experience, or anxiety perceived.
Take picking your nose and eating it for example…
The act is absurd; the discharge came from your body yet it is consumable; the perception of it, by societal standards (the act of singling the act out, making the particular act taboo) is absurd. The fact that it may actually be of benefit to our immune system, or even the fact that our digits are perfectly shaped to root around there and feed it to ourselves, yet it is frowned upon, is absurd.
It is all absurd, and that makes life a lot more interesting and fun. Anxiety is hilariously absurd; and absurdly hilarious.
My brain doesn’t need any more excuses to give me anxiety
I’m so happy I found this page, amazing stuff. The light in me honors the light in you. Grandest days
I think the best reaction to anxiety is the unflinching embracement of absurdism. Life is absurd; the mere contemplation of something all consuming as anxiety is absurd; not to mention the experience of anxiety itself.
There is no weight to anxiety; there is no weight to the contemplation of it. Although Kierkegaard focused on its contemplation, the mere act of contemplating its place in our being is absurd; just as experiencing it so overwhelmingly that our contemplation of its place in in our lives is impossible; is absurd.
Absurdity is chaos. Chaos is absurd. You can flip any human emotion and experience, and the way we perceive it, on its head. It does not solve anything; it just reaffirms how absurd the environs of life and our perception of it can be.
We can live and we can perceive living. That is absurd. Absurdity is lovely and it is the only purifying force for any form of anxiety experience, or anxiety perceived.
Take picking your nose and eating it for example…
The act is absurd; the discharge came from your body yet it is consumable; the perception of it, by societal standards (the act of singling the act out, making the particular act taboo) is absurd. The fact that it may actually be of benefit to our immune system, or even the fact that our digits are perfectly shaped to root around there and feed it to ourselves, yet it is frowned upon, is absurd.
It is all absurd, and that makes life a lot more interesting and fun. Anxiety is hilariously absurd; and absurdly hilarious.