Angst

Angst means fear or anxiety (anguish is its Latinate equivalent, and anxious, anxiety are of similar origin). The word angst was introduced into English from the Danish, Norwegian and Dutch word angst and the German word Angst. It is attested since the 19th century in English translations of the works of Kierkegaard and Freud.[1][2][3] It is used in English to describe an intense feeling of apprehension, anxiety, or inner turmoil.

In German, the technical terminology of psychology and philosophy distinguishes between Angst and Furcht in that Furcht is a negative anticipation regarding a concrete threat, while Angst is a non-directional and unmotivated emotion. In common language, however, Angst is the normal word for “fear”, while Furcht is an elevated synonym.[4]

In other languages having the meaning of the Latin word pavor for “fear”, the derived words differ in meaning, e.g. as in the French anxiété and peur. The word Angst has existed since the 8th century, from the Proto-Indo-European root*anghu-, “restraint” from which Old High German angust developed.[5] It is pre-cognate with the Latin angustia, “tensity, tightness” and angor, “choking, clogging”; compare to the Ancient Greek ἄγχω (ankho) “strangle”.

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I am one who counts myself a part of Generation X.  As such, perhaps I have had a generational predisposition toward “Angst”.  In so many of the cultural endeavours & thoughts of my generation – not to mention the Philosophies I studied at University – this idea of “Angst” has predominated.  From the Grunge music I listened to, to the philosophical ideas of the Existentialists – this idea coursed through my final years of formal education.

So am I filled with Angst?

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The Never Ending Journey…

        Behind every Door is a possibility.

 

        Behind every Fear is a crutch.

 

        Behind every Spirit is a desire.

 

      Behind every Choice is a reason.

    Five more to face.

    Five more to bear.

    Five more to suffer.

    Yet we must acknowledge that there is Suffering & move on…

    Four times ten plus three times two & an extra two…

    Shadows…

    Puppeteers…

    Illusions upon a stone wall…

    I see this.

    Yet I Choose to accept their Validity.
    I give them Authority over me.
    Yet I still have my Will to Power…

    Fresh air & grasslands await me.

    I will return Home.
    I will be where I am meant to be at the moment I am meant to be.

    I just need to take that next step…

    The Journey never ends. Every new corner simply opens up more possibilities.

    Blessed Be.