I have found out recently that my anxiety is in a way primary and the reason for it are secondary. How did I discover that? For every fear which appears in my mind I try to find a consolation. And when I soothe myself regarding one fear, another one appears. Some days I eventually calm down, but on bad days the train of fears is endless. This is, in my opinion, because anxiety is there no matter what the circumstances of my life are. And my mind attaches secondary reasons to anxiety. Sometimes I still feel anxiety, even when I have managed to mentally remove all reasons for fears. It feels like a...

The list goes on and on. I have to clean this and that additionally. I have to protect my social network profiles. I have to reduce the spam in my e-mail accounts. I cannot include in a blog-post or, God forbid, in a book something, which would have a bad effect on the reader. I must be very precise in recycling the garbage. I remember parts of conversations with people and I go over and over them after the meeting to make sure I could not have done any damage by my words. The list goes on and on. What I am most afraid of is making a mistake. But mistakes are a part of life. That is how we learn. Yet,...

One can smell it here and sense it there: the big old fear these days is everywhere. A glance at ads telling us we are ugly, fat and old suffices to make us feel everything else but bold. Love, the heart’s fuel, is of another kind: it is a rare jewel, these days hard to find. Love is like a beggar in a busy street: few have time for him to meet. Fear, like a virus, is easy to catch, whenever two uncertain hearts match. Love on the other hand is more difficult to spread: only the open hearts can taste its bread. The darkness of fear can only prevail until the heart is under its veil. To the light of...