It was Krishnamurti, the great Indian philosopher, who said “It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”
I submit to you, if you’re willing to take your hand off the throttle of your life, that there is intelligence in anxiety.
This intelligence, so familiar to teenagers, yet misinterpreted by adults, is knowing that things aren’t supposed to be this way.
Work isn’t supposed to suck. Styrofoam isn’t supposed to last hundreds of years after minutes of use. The Gulf of Mexico isn’t supposed to be drowning in spilled oil. And we aren’t supposed to accept how many species have gone extinct since the sun rose this morning.
If you really let these proclamations hit you, if you stop, it can take your breath away. In fact, it’s supposed to break your heart.
Take care of your inner self, yes, but know this: there’s nothing fucking wrong with you.