An environment filled with fear and foreboding drains away life faster than an actual threat does.
Over the years, I have begun to wonder if I may be able to coexist with fear, live side-by-side with it. I don’t claim to be not frightened by fear any more but I also wonder: Maybe it is just another emotion? Not a foreteller of an unhappy future or illness or death or pain or suffering, or any of that.
Why do we believe that our wildest fears are somehow more predictive of our actual future than our most glorious dreams?