Weirdly, the definition of it is pretty much the opposite of what I feel. The description seems to indicate an anxiety over the human condition- being mortal, life's unknown purpose, the prospect of death and unknowning what comes next- if anything.
My dread is around the bare bones of existing though. Having to live and sustain this pile if shit life. It's reached such a bad level these past few days/ nights that, I find it hard to put out of my mind when I go to sleep. Simply dread at the prospect of more life ahead to get through.
That seems more fitting for the term though- to me. Literally a dread around existing. The definition seems more along the lines of worrying about what it means to exist and the fear of that existence ending.
I suppose I tend to figure that one meaning is to avoid pain. Worrying that our lives have no purpose can absolutely cause us pain but, even if we sense purpose in what we do, we can still experience pain! So, to an extent- it doesn't even seem to matter.
Whether we believe life to be brimming with purpose or not, it still requires a whole bunch of monotonous tasks to stop our meat sack bodies suffering. A sense of purpose may make those tasks more tolerable but, either way, we're stuck with having to do them.
How about you though? Is your dread more around the possible meaning/ meaninglessness of existence or, the process of trying to exist? Or, a mixture of both maybe?
My dread is around the bare bones of existing though. Having to live and sustain this pile if shit life. It's reached such a bad level these past few days/ nights that, I find it hard to put out of my mind when I go to sleep. Simply dread at the prospect of more life ahead to get through.
That seems more fitting for the term though- to me. Literally a dread around existing. The definition seems more along the lines of worrying about what it means to exist and the fear of that existence ending.
I suppose I tend to figure that one meaning is to avoid pain. Worrying that our lives have no purpose can absolutely cause us pain but, even if we sense purpose in what we do, we can still experience pain! So, to an extent- it doesn't even seem to matter.
Whether we believe life to be brimming with purpose or not, it still requires a whole bunch of monotonous tasks to stop our meat sack bodies suffering. A sense of purpose may make those tasks more tolerable but, either way, we're stuck with having to do them.
How about you though? Is your dread more around the possible meaning/ meaninglessness of existence or, the process of trying to exist? Or, a mixture of both maybe?
