#52 I can live with anxiety
With everything that is going around us, anxiety, which was situational earlier, has clawed its way into our daily lives, secured a corner, and made it home.
It stays like it’s meant to be, like that paying guest who shares the space, gives you a sense of company, takes considerable toll but it almost feels essential and sometimes even desirable because that is all you have to hold on to because the outside world is too miserable to endure.
Everyone’s life has its own challenges and complications to deal with and now that has started to feel like a safe haven for all the inequity outside. Right now, I have a space that I can call it mine and the relief with which I say this feels like a shame. People are being deprived of their spaces after being deprived of their places in myriad ways. Deprived by demolition at the state’s behest.
There is nothing much that can be done about it other than talking or writing about it. The sheer helplessness of the situation is dreadful. You can’t be not worried about it though you can stop reading about it. Ignorance would be worse than the anxiety because if anything, scrolling incessantly through social media feeds is exposing us to the unfathomable pain and wrong in the world around us.
I can live with anxiety for now till things change for better.