I am bang in the middle of a mid-life crisis right now. If the crisis is a whirlpool/ tornado – then I am in the centre of its eye.
Nothing seems to be right at the moment – NOTHING whatsoever.
Actually, let me elaborate, and correct that – If I do a comparison with my peers – then I would not be in a bad spot. ‘Things’ seem to going well – I have a job that I enjoy, a house, a car, decent salary, have already published one book, great friends (although they have a few complaints), great parents, etc. etc. So from the perspective of the general parameters that are used to measure how one does in life, I seem to be doing alright.
However, there is the other ‘general’ set of parameters, the ones which really cannot be measure even via comparison – where I seem to be failing miserably. Happiness. Satisfaction. Contentment. Mental/ Spiritual peace. So on and so forth.
Yes – I am aware that everybody goes through these phases and that nobody can achieve utopian levels of the other set of parameters and all that bullshit.
This post is not about any of that. It is just a vent. An expression – of the frustration. The annoyance. The helplessness. The angst.
A very well meaning person keeps fighting with me and keeps telling me that I am very ‘angsty’/ ‘snappy’. I sometimes regret that when she tells me this, I am not able to appreciate her intent. Instead, I snap back at her comments.
However, I am getting a feeling that all this ‘angsty-ness’ is primarily because of this crisis. I know different people deal with this emptiness very differently. For most, the treatment might be entirely invisible to anybody else. Probably that’s why a lot of folks just ‘appear’ to be OK/ Happy. I would suppose/ argue that this would also not be the most optimal method as well.
How does one overcome this? This is mostly a rhetorical question – I have played all the possible answers in my head and none of them seem to be able to calm me down. I guess that completes the circle of this crisis-fuelled-helplessness. Like a cherry on a cake. Or salt on a wound.
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