anxiety

Because it is possible to create _ creating one__ self, willing to be one__ self, as well as creating in all the innumerable daily activities (and these are two phases of the same process) _ one has anxiety. One would have no anxiety if there were no possibility whatever. Now creating, actualizing one__ possibilities, always involves negative as well as positive aspects. It always involves destroying the status quo, destroying old patterns within oneself, progressively destroying what one has clung to from childhood on, and creating new and original forms and ways of living. If one does not do this, one is refusing to grow, refusing to avail himself of his possibilities; one is shirking his responsibility to himself. Hence refusal to actualize one__ possibilities brings guilt toward one__ self. But creating also means destroying the status quo of one__ environment, breaking the old forms; it means producing something new and original in human relations as well as in cultural forms (e.g., the creativity of the artist). Thus every experience of creativity has its potentiality of aggression or denial toward other persons in one__ environment or established patterns within one__ self. To put the matter figuratively, in every experience of creativity something in the past is killed that something new in the present may be born. Hence, for Kierkegaard, guilt feeling is always a concomitant of anxiety: both are aspects of experiencing and actualizing possibility. The more creative the person, he held, the more anxiety and guilt are potentially present.

Recovery through sleep isn__ going to happen if the majority of the components of your being aren__ getting enough stimulation or resistance to work against. Your brain may be tired after work, but if your body and emotions haven__ been challenged through the day, they__e going to keep irritating you even if you__e asleep. They don__ need rest; they need work for real recovery to take place.

People generally believe that stress is responsible for depletion, but apathy and uninspired systematic repetition are equally responsible. Or rather, systematic repetition produces as much or more stress and anxiety as anything else.

The cards spoke to a suspicion that many whose work is play can never be free of: that you can only flaunt your triviality for so long before punishment is due.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I__ ever come across.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest_ trapping us both in a stainless cage.

I don__ ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself_

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat_ I might actually get some sleep.

I__ tired of justifying why I love someone. I__ done with the explaining.

It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I__ trapped inside of its breathless center.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can__ you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn__ include you.