Anxiety

Anxiety

I could be an animal trapped in a cage, roaring inside to get out, who, after many hours of turmoil, accepts his fate, calms down, and settles into a state of quiet numbness. I could be a prisoner, a slave of some dystopian society, confined inside a giant, sky-scraping block of apartments, hooked up to a virtual reality which rots the brain and removes all subtlety from life. I could be stuck in a most dreadful nightmare, unable to wake from the darkness, paralysed in bed. I could be, but I’m not. I’m at home, sitting at my desk, sipping coffee, staring at emails, wondering when I last took a shower or went out for fresh air. I spend most of my time in a comfortable chair. I can choose to eat whatever I fancy at the click of a button. I have a loving family, a beautiful wife, great friends. I have access to a world of information at my fingertips.

So why the impending doom?