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The Restlessness of the Mind: Anxiety in The Dry Salvages
“Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Dry Salvages
Anxiety is the mind caught between what has been and what has not yet come.
It is a ceaseless movement, an unraveling that never reaches completion.
The past is sifted through, examined for signs, patterns, causes.
The future is preemptively lived, filled with imagined outcomes, possibilities weighed and reweighed.
Thought loops form, circling, searching for resolution.
Eliot captures this restless impulse—the need to “unweave” time, to render it into something comprehensible, something manageable.
But time does not submit.
The past remains fixed yet elusive, its meaning shifting upon reflection.
The future refuses to be solved, always just beyond reach.
Still, the mind persists, attempting to weave together what cannot yet hold form.
The more it struggles, the tighter the knots become.
The Mind’s War With Uncertainty: The Fear of the Unknown
The unknown exerts pressure.
It demands to be understood, even when understanding is premature.
Anxiety emerges in this space—the discomfort of not knowing, the refusal to wait, the insistence that the future reveal itself before its time.
The mind cannot tolerate gaps.
In the absence of certainty, it fills in the blanks, constructing narratives to make the unknown feel less vast.
“What will happen next?”
“What if something goes wrong?”
“What if I fail?”
These are not questions that can be answered.
And yet, they repeat.
The mind mistakes repetition for clarity, as if revisiting the same unknowns will force them into resolution.
But time does not yield to overanalysis.
The attempt to solve the future in advance does not bring peace.
It only amplifies restlessness.
The anxious mind is always reaching, always anticipating, but never arriving.
The Illusion of Control: Why Overthinking Won’t Save You
“For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time.”
Anxiety disguises itself as preparation.
The belief is that if every possibility is considered, every risk accounted for,the future can be made certain.
But certainty does not exist, and the mind’s effort to create it is exhausting.
No future event has ever been prevented by worry.
No outcome has been improved by endless rehearsal.
The illusion of control is powerful—an attempt to impose order on what resists it.
Yet, the very act of grasping tightens the hold of anxiety.
The more the mind fixates on what is beyond its reach, the further it drifts from what is real.
The present becomes secondary, neglected in favor of what has not yet happened.
Time moves forward, but awareness lingers elsewhere—locked in possibilities rather than in reality.
And still, the mind keeps returning to the same unfinished equations, as if thought alone could resolve the inevitable uncertainty of existence.
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To live too much in the future is to risk not living at all.
“Fare forward, travellers! Not escaping from the past
Into different lives, or into any future.”
Movement is hindered by hesitation.
The need for certainty delays action.
A decision is postponed, waiting for the perfect conditions that never come.
A risk is avoided, waiting for the guarantee that does not exist.
A life is held at a distance, waiting for clarity that remains just out of reach.
The anxious mind holds tightly to the belief that understanding must precede movement, that all possible outcomes must be known before a step can be taken.
But Eliot warns against this fixation—the attempt to “piece together” time before it unfolds.
It is not wisdom.
It is paralysis.
The future cannot be pre-lived.
It can only be entered.
And yet, the anxious mind remains reluctant to step forward without knowing exactly where it leads.
But time does not allow for delay.
The hesitation of the mind does not slow the movement of the world.
To wait for absolute certainty is to wait forever.
Time as Both Destroyer and Preserver: The Inescapable Truth
“Time the destroyer is time the preserver.”
Time does not grant certainty.
It does not offer assurance.
It only grants passage.
The past cannot be relived, only reinterpreted.
The future cannot be secured, only approached.
The present is the only certainty, yet it is the most difficult to remain within.
Anxiety is the refusal to accept this.
It clings to what is gone, reaching for what is not yet here, resisting the instability of existing between the two.
Eliot does not promise resolution.
He does not suggest that time will bring comfort.
He only offers the reality that time moves forward, indifferent to whether the mind accepts its terms.
To be caught in anxiety is to struggle against time itself.
And time does not yield.
Time does not wait for certainty.
Time does not offer clarity before movement.
It only moves.
And the mind, caught in its grasp, must decide whether to move with it or be dragged behind.
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The Uncertainty That Must Be Lived: Letting Go of the Need for Answers
“Not fare well,
But fare forward.”
Eliot’s phrase is not a farewell.
It does not offer closure, nor does it offer certainty.
It does not attempt to resolve the discomfort of the unknown.
It only insists on movement.
The anxious mind seeks reassurance before it steps forward.
It wants proof, evidence, guarantees.
But there are none.
The future will not be unraveled before it arrives.
There is no perfect knowledge.
No absolute security.
No way to escape the discomfort of not knowing.
And yet, time moves.
The world does not pause while the mind searches for answers.
The path ahead does not appear fully illuminated.
It is walked in uncertainty.
Eliot does not frame this as failure.
He does not frame it as resignation.
He frames it as necessity.
Fare forward.
Not because all has been answered.
But because it never will be.
Not because fear has been eliminated.
But because it must be carried.
Not because the mind has finally grasped control.
But because it has learned to let go.
Anxiety is the grasping at certainty where none exists.
It is the tightening of thought around the unknowable.
And yet, uncertainty is the condition of existence.
To live is to move within it.
Not to solve it.
Not to control it.
Not to escape it.
But to exist within its shifting currents.
So fare forward.
Not with certainty.
But with trust.
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