The older I get, the more I notice how much of our society
runs on fear. The media is the chief purveyor of fear on a widespread scale,
but you can find it on a more personal level every day too.
Starting with the media, however – if you notice lately, and
more so every day, the headlines, the news segments are all geared around
something new we need to be afraid of: cancer, obesity, heart disease, ebola,
zika…fraud, floods, freezing temperatures, a torturous commute to work, a new danger
lurking in the refrigerator or the washing machine or at the corner store.
There is always someone who wants us to be afraid of
something so that it will profit them.
I had a small, brief moment of clarity the other day, and
for a second I could understand and feel what it was like to not be afraid. It
only lasted a moment – but that moment made me think, what would an entire life
be like if it could be lived without fear?
Now, granted, fear is a necessary element of survival. If
you’re not afraid of the lion, you may become his dinner. If you’re not afraid
of fire, you will be burned. But how often are we told that if we’re too afraid
to fall we’ll never fly?
Imagine how high we could fly if we weren’t burdened with
incessant fear of everything? I’ve always lived in this state of fear that
society has created. While there are certainly people who live in fear of truly
horrible things that are much worse than anything I’ve experienced, I realize
I’m one of millions or maybe billions of people who are controlled by the fear that’s
created in order to boost the profits of others.
What would happen if we stopped worrying every minute that
we might be sick and not know it, and therefore should be running to the doctor
all the time for tests to prove that we are not sick? What would happen if we
could vote for a president because we thought that person was the best
qualified for the job and not because we are terrified of what will happen if
the opponent we don’t like wins the election?
I wonder how much money would be lost if we stopped being
afraid of every calorie, afraid of missing a mammogram, afraid of getting a
fever, afraid of growing old, afraid of LOOKING old?
What would happen if we were too busy living life and
enjoying it to worry about dying?
Unfortunately my moment of clarity was fleeting, but I can’t
stop thinking about it. My hope is that I can keep working on it and maybe get
to a point where I can let go of some of that fear that has kept me
controllable and profitable to the fear mongers for so long. My hope is that in
the second half of my life I can live it on my terms and not be afraid of what
anyone else will think of my choices.
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