Dissecting Phobias

~It’s a paranoid sense of uneasiness absorbed from movies.
~It’s curiosity overpowering reasoning when you investigate that disturbing sound down the hall.
~It’s the abandoned, uninhabitable environments that we survey to make sure our established normality stays within our comfort zone.
~We don’t know what’s there, and what we can’t see—we fear.
~People fear God. People fear the sea. People fear that dark sport in the corner of the room, letting their imagination overcome their reasoning and what we know not to believe suddenly exists with no doubt in our mind.
~Our society has promoted and supported the instantaneous access to all knowledge, and encourages us to find an answer even if one might not be readily available. Keeping this in mind, we find it essential to come up with creatures and monsters, because we secretly want them to exist. There’s not enough action in our lives, and the naïve acceptance of our imagination entertains us, much like movies entertain us.

Why is it that when I look down, I fear?

~It’s realizing how vulnerable humanity, and consciousness thereof, truly is.
~It’s suddenly becoming aware of every body move you participate in: how you breathe, where you stand, and how you balance.
~Then, imagination comes into play.
~What would happen if you fell? What would happen if you jumped off? What would people do? What would they say? Would anyone be sad? Why?
~Then, through all those imaginative thoughts, you feel sorry for your death which hasn’t occurred.
~The fear of death, the instinctual need for self-preservation, can drive a man insane. It shows everyone what kind a man we truly are.

Why is it that when I love, I fear?

~It is…I think it is…I hope it is because we need companionship and if we’re alone or not loved back, our entire world dies.
~Love provides a reason to live, a personal goal of existence to spread our love to our children, hoping they’d do the same.
~I’ve loved people, but only because there’s not another word for it. I thought they were pretty. I thought they were nice. I thought they were loyal. Love is a combination of them, and what fear produces is a doubt that perfect person exists.
~If they don’t exist…why live? Why think too much? Why invent? Why suffer? Why imagine?

Fear is not knowing. Fear is looking ahead. Fear is imagining.
Everyone fears.
Unless you’re a vegetable.