I happen to be born in an era where the latter half of my life was marked by a tidal wave of dizzyingly fast technological changes happening worldwide. I felt that I was a lot less anxious growing up until my teens only to become progressively more flustered subsequently.
The anxiety was a dreaded sense of not doing quite enough and never quite getting there yet, wherever “there” might be (See my post on The Busy One Inside). There was always something to catch up with and if I stopped, I felt that I would slide back down the river of progression and never catch up again.
Part of these rapid anxiety-provoking developments means too that the whole attitude towards how we approach problems have changed. We come to expect collectively quick fixes and magical elixirs to our problems. The urge for quick fixes have also invaded the sphere of emotional health.
Some of these quick-hurried-miracle cures seem to work (for the moment) so we start to apply them to all our emotional struggles with great hope. The sad thing is that most often and ultimately do NOT work.
It’s like expecting a band-aid to be able to fix a broken leg.