Does fear/caution serve a purpose?
People who have become slaves to their fear will tell you yes. If you surrender it is easy to rationalize, to tell yourself that this is to some extent reasonable.
Let me be clear what I am not talking about here: I do not mean the fear you feel when you walk in the door and see your three year-old playing with a loaded gun, or the fear that motivates you to get your prostate examined. Such fears are be legitimate to a certain extent, possibly logical. They won’t help you deal with the situation, but it’s hard to not imagine yourself being afraid in such circumstances, and once the immediate situation is handled properly, the fear goes away. This is different from the fear of what might happen. The fear of what might happen is not tied to reality or to reasonable solutions, it is tied to your imagination. Because there is no immediate reason to be afraid, you can’t get rid of it. Yes, somebody might break in your window and rape you or your wife tonight. Because they haven’t, and because you have know real knowledge on which to base it, you can’t reason it away. It’s easy to rationalize it as “caution”. You can now think of yourself as prudent and pragmatic because you are pussy.
The minute you surrender to it, you are setting up a rule for everything else in your life. Once you open the door to treating things unreasonable things as fact, you start down a road where you have to keep accepting other unreasonable things. If you start believing that at any moment aliens are going to invade planet Earth, then when somebody tells you that the zombie holocaust might be underway, you won’t have a basis in logical-thinking from which to refute it, you have to panic. Your thought system is the kind in which zombie holocausts are legitimate fears. This kind of fear will swallow your life, it will determine how you do everything, it will rule your job, your relationships, your ambitions. You will live your fearful life in a box, and then you will die a fearful death.
Facing your fears doesn’t always work
Facing your fears only works if nothing bad happens. Let’s say your great fear is of women, so one day you muster up the courage and you approach some vicious hormonal bitch and she basically does her best to shred your confidence and humiliate you in front of people. You, completely unused to dealing with people have no snappy comebacks, no smart answers, you just have to stand there and take it. In that instance, you were right to be afraid. If you are afraid of heights and you fall off the roof it kind of proves your point. Even if nothing bad happens facing it does not automatically take the fear away since it doesn’t involve dealing with your unreasonable mental issues. If you are afraid of flying and you summon up the balls to take a flight, it does not mean that the return trip should be any easier, it could still crash. Danger is always real, the question is whether it matters or not.
What it takes to overcome
I have observed a curious thing about humans in my time on this planet, it’s one very important thing that very few of you seem to actually notice and yet it affects everybody. The odd phenomenon is this: you all die. The minute you really, truly grasp the fact that you are on your way to an aneurysm, or a bullet, or a car-crash, or being raped and strangled in the back of a van, or Hodgkins or Multiple sclerosis, or rabies, or suicide, or a heart attack, and that those things are absolutely certain to happen to you on a certain day in the future, in a certain month, in a certain year, all of which is unknown to you, and that this thing is going to happen, then you stop thinking so much about uncertainties. All those fears about burglars possibly breaking into your home at night melt away when there is a real live gun pointed at your face. Everything between now and the day you die is absolutely irrelevant. The cure for fear of hypothetical dangers is a certain doom. It takes all the ifs out of it. The fact is that your cancer has already started. The guy who is going to hit your car while drunk has already started looking forward to the party he will be attending that night, the bullet that will blow the back of your head off is now sitting on the shelf at your local Wal-Mart.




