The youth of this very century is now really different. They are the vulnerable young ones compared to the early centuries.
They can draw random ideas with the use of imaginations or by any means processed with their wide range intellect. They are the eager and potent ones to do what they want, and yet these young individuals tend to be the prone ones to suffering—the worst of the worst feeling, anxiety.
Probably, mostly are practicing positivity with themselves for number of years—to just laugh even they’re having their own dilemma; to just keep silent when in fact they’re about to explode; and to just smile even it feels like thunder deep inside. They make sure that everything is okay, that they are okay and considered as optimists. Yet, life is not perfect as ease of how we want to perceive it.
If we will be in a book, we will be the protagonists, and anxiety will be the antagonist. We can never know when the attacks of anxiety will trigger but for many, it gives its best shots during late at night. They can’t stop themselves with all the over thinking, with all the what ifs, with all the questions roaring inside their mind, and countless issues all bind with them and they think suicide will not be an option to desert such because they think it will be their solution but it’s not and will never be.
If you are suffering anxiety, maybe you are also trying to foresee what and who will you be in the future or will there be any future waiting for you. I know this doesn’t make any sense because who are we to look forward with what the future holds and set for us. Those who suffer anxiety have been indulging themselves with its attacks plus over thinking to which they know, they are really, really good at.
There are people who appreciate them—on their looks, the way they are, their personalities, and those little sort of things anyone can possibly notice and based their compliments, and yes, people with anxiety do appreciate the genuine and sincerity they get yet nonetheless, they doubt the compliments, the positivity, ecstatic and buoyant feeling, how those things make their hearts flutter and all the upbeat feeling, when anxiety attacks will all be gone astray. It seems everything for them, after all, will turn to be automatically temporary.
How these people see perfection? How they see perfection is amidst chaos. The beauty of life is perfection and life offers reality. Reality is chaotic so, beauty. And people are absolutely chaotic but you see how ironic it is? That people is no perfect, just chaotic. They wonder how to be in other people’s shoes but will they also fit or is that there is no such thing as to be in someone else’s shoes because for them, they know that we all differ in every aspect—that they are different.
Are these young ones be considered as deep people? Even themselves, don’t know how deep they are. They are sensitive about family, conscious about the people around them, the outcomes of what they are doing, the possibility and chances that have had doubts, and how you see them which they considered as “judgments”.
In some instances, you’ll see them cry to TV commercials, movies, books, and you’ll never know how can they be wasted and lost.
They are absolutely emotional however we can’t consider them as sensitive and shallow individuals because what they feel is real and you can’t blame them for that.
These young ones are no immature and know that immaturity lacks somebody’s potential to grow, outgrow and realize what’s with around. What’s [again] with reality. Does being immature make sense? And for them, yes, it does specifically to people around immature people—annoyance, cringe and whatsoever as upshots.
These young ones also doubt themselves for being good or nice, being witty, clever or even intelligent but they have been in love with learning ever since they start going to school but look, they are the top absentees in the class. Some haven’t took exams for the pre-finals. Some have not complied their requirements and some don’t really want to. Why? Because they doubt themselves. They’re full of conclusions and sometimes lack of it.
But they love the idea of writing—not as simply as taking down notes, etc., but writing random thoughts of soul poured out to papers with the use of pen and touch of emotions and feelings.
They don’t know what’s happening because at the moment, they feel lost—lost with direction they are walking into. Is the problem with them or with their psychological and physiological aspects? Can they still find the old version of themselves because if they have the chance, for sure they will go back?
Anxiety is no good. It is worst. This brings ebb, feeling of hysteria and trepidation. This stops someone from achieving the best of him/her as he/she proceeds towards life, and to look on how bright life is. Probably, if you ask someone who suffers anxiety maybe you’ll be surprised if he/she tells you that suicide is a solution to stop the fight.
This is not a joke or something to make fun of. This is a serious matter which is in need of understanding, love, care, and patience from people around them.