Tuesday, August 4, 2026
The toxicity of fear is a deteriorating illusion which seems to separate us from the ongoing, evolutionary nature of our eternal existence.
Steve Harvey once admitted, “I got sick and tired of being poor.” Sounds like the rock-bottom alcoholic, sick of a gripping cycle. I couldn’t imbibe in one more toxic hit, the addiction of worry, which seems to plague so many of us. It’s like the heroin addict who has no more veins. It’s like the abusive father who cannot lay another hand on his bruised and listless daughter. Self-abuse stops with you.
You must be determined to live joyfully, freely, and without inhibition to the “bitter end.” You must be confident and committed to living with abandon, even on your deathbed. You must throw caution to the wind and buy those good and services that make you smile; take those lavish vacations and eat fine-dining. Give things away so you can see others enjoy your generosity. Play with it like Monopoly money. Make room.
Taking it “seriously,” being “realistic,” and erring on the side of caution are the biggest deprivation illusions of our time, siphoning the abundant life within and the roominess of circulation.
Remorse builds if you can’t do it honestly, however. If you try to fake it, you’re still scared, and you pinch pennies and hoard like a rat on the run, being chased by his own tail. You can’t fool yourself indefinitely, and you can’t abuse yourself indefinitely either. Addiction may be generational, but that “inheritance” is breakable.
Like a recovering druggie, your struggle against fear is winnable. You are to break the lineage of addiction. Free yourself of paranoia and overcome the fear of dying and destitution. The drug of choice, for generations, has been the prediction of doom.
You are not in trouble. You are simply troubled.
Are you tired of scaring yourself yet?