tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4510111879544770032024-03-13T08:24:28.784-07:00escaping existential anxietySandiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01036618731877247459noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451011187954477003.post-25473506223517218702008-11-20T02:25:00.000-08:002008-11-20T02:34:51.872-08:00<em>The amazing world that is the mind</em><br /><em>you never know what you may find</em><br /><em>That dreamy nerd at the back of the class</em><br /><em>Indifference makes you not ask</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What is he thinking? Why care?</em><br /><em>To make fun is why he's there</em><br /><em>What a loser he does seem</em><br /><em>Where is he going in that day dream?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I bet it's somewhere people are kind</em><br /><em>Somewhere deep inside his mind</em><br /><em>An amazing mind it must be</em><br /><em>To make it so he cannot see</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The taunts and tricks played on him</em><br /><em>He stays content, so deep with</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Lost he shall be forever more</em><br /><em>No longer can he find the door</em><br /><em>Now he's trapped, there he'll stay</em><br /><em>He's floating further everyday</em><br /><em></em><br />That was a poem I had published when I was 15 (Im not sure if they had blogs then). Anyway my last exam is tommorow morning so it's back to the books. I am a psychology student by the way, probably where all the mind pondering has lead me to.<br /><em></em>Sandiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01036618731877247459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451011187954477003.post-71607828002472315722008-11-19T04:59:00.000-08:002008-11-19T05:12:11.871-08:00Two more days and exams will be over. I am looking forward to the adventures Summer is going to bring, we have so much planned.<br /><br /><em>Soothing whispers of the ocean swell </em><br /><em>calling me calling me</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I'm trying to sleep but all I can see</em><br /><em>is the shore thats calling me</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The heat on my back the salt on my skin</em><br /><em>they are what is calling me</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The glistening wave gliding wild and free</em><br /><em>thunderous break keeps calling me</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The sun and the surf that melts to one</em><br /><em>just one stop caling me </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>that magnificant break along the ocean quay</em><br /><em>will never cease from calling me</em><br /><br />What freedom. What pure and utter escape.Sandiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01036618731877247459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451011187954477003.post-37635286911716262442008-11-17T01:57:00.000-08:002008-11-17T02:07:26.640-08:00Theologian Paul Tillich Described existential anxiety as "the state in which a being is aware of its possible nonbeing" He listed three categories of nonbeing and resulting anxiety: ontic (fate and death), moral (guilt and condemnation), and spiritual (emptiness and meaninglessness).<br /><br />The latter is the fear that I feel cripping up on me sometimes when is sit still for a moment draw myself back from the whirlwind of my life. Which is why I'm here I hope to capture some of the spirit and raw emotion I felt only a few years ago when I believed myself to be a fabulous teenage writing, who would open the eyes and hearts of million and save the universe.<br /><br />Although my goals may not be quite so extraordinary now, I do wish to rid myself of long residing writers block and along with it chase away my looming existential anxiety. And it's why I am here. I have always consider myself to be a bit of a ludite but perhaps a blog is just what I need to inspire myself to write.Sandiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01036618731877247459noreply@blogger.com0