The Original Fear

I have a theory. I think that every fear that exists is derived from one. A root fear that we all have, the manifests itself in many different forms. Public speaking, spiders, heights, the dark, driving... Seriously, any fear I can think of has the end result of being because of the root. Ok maybe not every fear. I can’t make the connection between the fear of yellow and the fear I’m thinking of. But for the most part, we all fear the same thing. And it’s not death. Statistically people fear public speaking more than death. So what is this ultimate fear? This fear of fears, that we all share but don’t realize?

Being alone.

If you had to speak to a large crowd by yourself or with just one more person, which would you choose? Fear of heights is the fear of death, but the deeper feeling is that when you die, you are alone. You can eat together, sleep together, talk, walk, laugh,  and cry together. But you can’t die together. In prison, where the worst kind of people exist, the worst punishment doled out is solitary confinement. I’m talking mass murderers and rapists here. Solitary confinement is the worst thing.

So I admit it. I’m afraid of being alone. I’m facing my fears tomorrow and I don’t know what will happen. I am scared witless of being by myself for the rest of my life. So are you. Unless you’re afraid of yellow. Then I have no idea what you’re really scared of. (Duck attacks? Blondes? Your inner Asian?)

Thanks for listening.

Today's Colour: Gray