The tough part of this news, however, is that your condition is not a medical one. It’s rather a philosophical one. And in a way, your malady is not really a malady at all. It’s a sign of health.
The thing is, you’ve lost sight of the idea–perhaps because you never had it, or because you lost it somewhere in the hardware store where you were shopping for replacement Christmas lights–of the old Quo vadam et ad quid?Where am I going, and why?
It would be easier if I could just tell you to get more sleep and exercise, to lay off the carbs and sugars, and to practice the ancient art of interior emotional dislocation whenever Aunt Hazel makes pointed remarks about the way you discipline the kids. Not that these kind of hints aren’t helpful, in their own way.
But your remedy is an even more challenging one.
It comes down to being quiet for a few moments, each and every day. Closing the door of your room. Taking a deep breath, and thanking God that you’re not feeling too comfortable in this mized-up world of ours.
Then, you have to ask him in prayer: who am I really and where am I going?
I can’t guarantee you’ll feel better right away. The world, after all, is pretty deranged. But then, that’s the whole point of this event called “Christ’s Mass,” isn’t it?