But it also hits me in that moment that no matter which way you head, there’s always anxiety. We have an original anxiety that stems from feeling we’re missing something, that there’s more to life, that we need to know where and how we connect with life. But to sit with our true selves causes another anxiety, a lonely, exposed anxiety. Then, if we flee this sitting with ourselves, we encounter the anxiety of, well, knowing that we’re fleeing ourselves and truth. It’s a quandary; an anxious riddle, as Freud referred to it. I guess we have to ask ourselves, which anxiety is the worse?
