All fear is ultimately useless for all the fear in the world can still not protect you from the imminent death.

 

Fear can be disregarded altogether for as long as you DON’T DIE.

 

The point of fear was never to stifle you. In fact — the point of fear was to keep you from stifling… forever. Stifle as a dead body.

 

If the fear stifles you then you consume too much of it.

If you can look at yourself and your fear and your thought-feelings — you will know what is their meaning — and you will understand this.

You will understand that you were not meant to live in fear.

 

You were not meant to live in fear. You were not meant to live in stress. You were not meant to live in struggle.

You were supposed to run away from the fucking saber-toothed cat — or die.

You were supposed to get some fucking mammoth for breakfast — or die.

That is all the struggle and all the stress and all the fear there was to life — and just the right amount you’d need.

 

Therefore please, dear XXI century man, look at yourself and know what is the saber-toothed cat and what is not, and what is to fear and what is not to fear, and what is to stress about and what is not to stress about and what is worth the struggle and what isn’t — and see for yourself how you want to live and die.