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A Sense of Urgency In A Fast-Paced World by Avery De Witt
Avery De Witt

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A Sense of Urgency In A Fast-Paced World by Avery De Witt

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With a flick of rolled paper nestled between my fingers, I drew a deep breath but found it to be unsatisfying. My mind felt temporarily sedated, but my soul was unsettled. 

That was how I dealt with anything that demanded the highest attention from me. It was never a smooth journey and over the years, it grew worse. I was in search of a substitute, something to channel my overbrimming thoughts and actions. I could not bring myself to face the things that scare me the most in life and I never knew how to handle it all. 

What does urgency mean to me? An overwhelming sense of panic; a stabbing moment of anxiety that seems to drag on for hours on end. How do I react to it? I let it consume my very being, draining the life out of me with its toxicity coursing through my veins.

I am completely aware of everything that happens to me, yet I do nothing to stop this restlessness inside me, and I have learned to leave it alone and let it grow. I keep as still as I can, showing no expression or reaction. Neither grimace nor frown could cross my face as it was never allowed to be given away.

It was a calmness that betrayed a decided and inevitable future of calamity. Only calmness could etch a tear down my face, which would remain for many years to come. The actual sense of urgency rises like a colossal tide at the very last moment, an anticipation of the worst outcome of a problem I’m facing.

A shortness of breath. An increased heart rate. A full-blown sensation of throwing myself out the nearest window to escape the present. My body physically reacts to a danger that can only ever be in a state of mind, yet it degrades quickly as though my flesh is being broken open.

There is no escape, yet I grow desperate.

There are no answers, and only time could tell exactly what I needed as a solution. 

Things will then soon begin to not make any sense. All my cards are laid on the table, revealing every mistake, flaw, and terrible experience of mine that tri-folds in moments of vulnerability and helplessness.

I am a prisoner of my own mind and had thrown away the key. My very own demons have come home.

I take a final drag of my cigarette. It’s a temporary measure for a temporary point in time where cracks begin forming on the walls of my sanity. What was urgent before can be delayed or better; ignored till it eats me to the core. 

I am alright for the time being.

 

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