I have been wrestling with fear a lot over the last week. I have been observing it, watching the way it rises and sets, waxes and wanes, comes in and moves out, like the tide. What I have noticed is that fear is always a reaction to some imagined future event.
Suppose someone has a gun to my head. I am likely to feel fearful. But it is not the gun that I fear or the person holding the gun. My fear is a reaction to the scene playing in my head, a scene in which the person holding the gun pulls the trigger.
Fear never lives in the present. Right now, that's where I need to live.
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