Most of the men I see for counselling acknowledge fear or anxiety as their least-controlled emotion. They see this as a personal problem but of course it isn’t; it’s environmental, structural, political. The chief difficulty with fear is that it turns men into slaves.
First do this: Witness the adrenalized mind, noting its panicked zigzaggery, how it darts about like a squirrel in traffic. And then what? And then nothing. To see it is to settle it.
The thing to which we cling most tightly is our identity. Now our personal identity is micronic, a puff of spore. Eckhart Tolle calls it the dash between two dates on a headstone. But we fear losing it. Being good boys—conditioned and conventionalized—we hit the ground running in a race to acquire as much as possible, so help us God.
“In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away.”
We cannot moderate our emotions if we’re unaware of them—or, worse, if we’re aware of them but hide them to support the dismal fiction of imperviousness, of a man who doesn’t hurt.
A common misconception is that the world has many problems. It has just one problem—the misuse of the human mind. A misused mind either wants something or fears something. It can’t relax.