I don’t proclaim, nor do I presume to have a right to your inner
emotions, nor do I claim to fully understand them. But I hope that this
doesn’t induce too great a form of apprehension in you in the fact that I am
trying to reach out to you. I am going to share my thoughts. I apologize for this being
so long, but I don’t intend to patronize you.
Young people such as yourself tend to feel something called angst to a degree that
can paralyze them. Some so called adults, in a condescending manner, like to poke fun at
adolescents about their “teen angst”, as if they have somehow figured it all out, when in
reality, angst never goes away.
The definition of angst is a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically
an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general.
In my opinion, angst is nothing but a concentration of profundities yet to be uttered.
There is an Edgar Allan Poe quote that I like; “The true genius shudders at
incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not
everything it should be.”
You are simply at a crossroads where you cannot express yourself efficiently
due to being in possession of a mind overflowing with brilliant insight and
formative thoughts… I’m sorry if this all sounds obvious to you, but if that
notion didn’t already occur to you, I am also merely trying to empathize with you.
Have you tried writing poetry? At some point in your life, try compiling a list in your
mind of the people you truly respect, perhaps authors, musicians, scientists, philosophers,
but truly anyone you see fit will do, and reflect on their works or actions, and in turn,
you will be able to make creations based on the collective knowledge of their works or
transferred knowledge imbued with your own insight.
Of course, this shouldn’t stop you from trying to write from your own ideas, if you are
resourceful enough. However, it may be difficult for you to build a list of people you truly
respect, as you are still young, and just as you seem to be unable to fully articulate your
emotions, you are probably unable to fully articulate some of your thoughts, as you keep them inside
like bated breath as they power your brain like a dynamo. Therefore, you are likely still
racked with indecision.
“Men are wise in proportion, not to their experience, but to their capacity for experience”
– George Bernard Shaw.
If you are intelligent, your indecision does not mean you are a fool,
it means you are wary of making decisions before collecting enough information to come to any
empirical conclusions that are supported by facts and experience.
I have noticed a trend among others and myself, that the more you seem to expel from
your mind, the emptier it seems to become as it levels itself out in the transition
from being overstimulated to being exacerbated, and unfortunately, with some people,
it seems to be that the more you express yourself, in terms to certain darknesses which haunt you
… the more your mental state begins to degrade. There appears to be an inverse ratio for those
in possession of certain types of genius between creating certain things, and the destruction of
paralleling parts of one’s mind once whole. You likely feel some sense of trepidation about
expressing yourself, and are reserved in your mannerisms and how you conduct yourself. There
is dignity in your silence. It is not the silence of a fool who has nothing to say, but the
silence that if it cannot be understood by those around you, in turn means that they will neither
understand your words; as I have said, it is a silence which equates to dignity. But there is
also dignity in the act of creation.
Isolating in your mind the notions that occur either spontaneously or in reaction to some
outside stimulus and distilling them into words is a process which requires a refined touch.
Expressing only negative thoughts will in turn lead to only negative emotions being extrapolated
upon when you later reflect upon those thoughts… this too is rather obvious, but many people
seem to overlook it, in their negativity they are lost in the darkness of the recesses of their
hearts and minds. My advice to you is to pursue the path of creating things which serve to entertain you,
to stimulate you, not dampen your emotions, and in turn, your mind. There is a difference between
containing your emotions in a dignified manner, and allowing them to wither and perish. In that,
I hope that you can comprehend the distinction between composure, and indifference; simply because
you act composed in the way you conduct yourself, certainly does not mean that you do not care.
The difference between caring and being unable to do anything about the object of your concern due
to being rendered powerless by forces beyond your control, and simply not caring, is, in terms of
practicality, nothing. The end resulting from either of these two states is the same.
But that does not mean that you should adopt a defeatist attitude, there are indeed things you can
change. The smallest contribution can make a difference, and the first step to making a difference
is taking the initative. But I’m not going to tell you to devote yourself to a cause which doesn’t
fully, truly inspire you. It comes down to dictating the way in which you should spend your efforts in
order to most effectively achieve whatever goal suits you. The most intelligent way to do this is to
look at the bigger picture while also keeping perspective by remaining cognizant of the minor details.
Essentially, with a truly ingenius idea, you can kill many birds with one stone.
(…that’s all I have for now…)
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I truly love this.
I know many people will claim that this is pretentious as all hell, but perhaps I am, and that is why it appeals to me. The quote from Edgar Allen Poe sums up that bizarre dichotomy in my head where I just want to create something but at the same time I know it will not turn out as I intend, so I let it go to waste.
I do hope that a lot of what I have is teenage angst, that I’ll grow out of this schizophrenia but this letter gives me quite a bit of inspiration.
Yes, the dichotomy lays between wanting to achieve perfection, and being unable to attain it. And in the end you give up because you don’t want to live as in imperfect being in a flawed world. Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but cannot get. And thank you.
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Spelling error. I’m afraid I’ve been awake for well over 24 hours.
Exactly.
I may have to steal this. I’ll cite you as a source.
“Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but cannot get.” is a quote from Miguel Syjuco. He’s an award winning writer from the Philippines. Everything else is me.
I studied philosophy decades ago, but was careful to avoid existentialism, or so I thought. It does find us, does it not?
I appreciate the clarification.
Dialectical Materialism, Lennon’s Imagine, Dylan, Kerouac, Existentialism, Marxism.
How I wish there was still grey matter within my skull! I know I can’t keep up any longer, but I’m sure there are people around here who can. Glad you’re here.
Now that you’ve addressed the mind of 17 yr old you, and advise for his heart?
No… I’ve never had strong emotions. The heart is completely lost on me. I’ve tried my hand at poetry, but it was all cliche and terrible due to my inability to channel emotions.
Your straightforwardness is refreshing.
Completely lost, though?
Poetry takes time. I write it, but it’s rather dreadful.
I’m glad you decided to post. My brain can use the stimulation. I mean this.
Your impression of me seems to be of some sort of intellectual. I’m 21. I’m aware of Kerouac, but I’m not familiar with him. I only lightly skimmed through the ideas of dialectical materialism on the internet. I wanted to buy the original book written by Stalin himself. But I can’t afford books. I couldn’t afford college either. I dropped out of high school and live alone in a small apartment. I’ve never had a girlfriend, and I don’t really want one. Deep down, I do, but realistically, practically, it wouldn’t work.
But the internet will always indulge me, now won’t it?
21 writing to your 17 yr old self. (Smile).
I get why you can quote everyhing. It is fresh in your mind. You still have most of your brain cells.
Of course you seem familiar.
Of course you do.
{Greek} “???????????”
English Pronunciation: Perifrónisi
{English} “Contempt”
The site apparently doesn’t translate foreign alphabets. Not surprising, I shouldn’t have expected it to.
already looked it up. still have brain enough to research. comprehension? well, i’ve lost some cells.
contempt of what or whom?
Everything.
That is a lot of contempt to be carrying around.
Well, I look forward to your posts and comments.
Good night.
I disagree with your conclusion. you managed to capture the essence of this despair, but your cure only leads to more despair. to pursue a “goal that truly suits us” is only inspiring when you read about it to get some goosebumps. there is no point in achieving anything even if you succeed, the feeling of fulfillment only lasts for seconds. your suggestion basically is that you should keep yourself busy until you die.
you just beat around the bush a little and in the end used different terminology to deliver the same solution that we are being told on a regular basis. I don’t know why this post made me angry. sorry lol.
I was not finished with the letter. This is as far as I’ve ever gotten in life, I’ll continue the letter when and if I ever figure out any more adequate solutions.
Your criticism, as well, offers no insight as to solutions itself. I’m still trying to find one. What would you suggest? Surrender? For now, this is all I am capable of doing.
The letter was mainly written as a few suggestions interspersed with empathy to my younger self.
The main object of the letter was empathy, for myself and others like myself. Not advice. Empathy.
I’m sorry if you came here searching for solid advice, but these are more akin to suggestions. I am in the very same sinking boat as you.
sorry man, didn’t mean to attack you. It made me angry because life truly disgusts me and I get defensive every time I suspect someone is putting on some make up on this old hag to send her back to me.
my only suggestion is to surrender yes.
Surrender to what? is the question. We choose what we surrender to. Serenity or despair.
At least, I’d like to be able to say that with confidence. But in reality it appears some of us are just not capable of doing that. It begs the question of whether or not free will is an illusion.