Fear Drives Us
i came across this great concept in my mind today, and i was really impressed by it; so much so, in fact, that i figured it warranted a livejournal posting, not to say that it will be as impressive in text, but nonetheless i'll let you in on my thoughts.
so, i've been thinking a lot about what drives behavior, and i've come to the conclusion that our decisions all stem from fear. fear is a powerful emotion...i believe its the most powerful and it controls us. let me guide you through my thought process.
consider an emotion other than fear. let's say, for example, greed.
greed is a strong emotion. i envy what you have and i wish i had it for myself. we have all felt this need before.
but what makes us covet others and thier belongings? materialistically, we all covet some of the same things. wouldn't it be nice to be rich? i wish i had a new car...i wish that i looked like that from drinking bud light like that actor on tv. i wish i could sing like him/her. why do we want what we don't have? are we afraid of being without? fear drives greed.
now, obviously this is not a novel concept. many agree that fear does alike drive sadness, jealousy, even our beliefs.
what i have heard is that all emotions stem from either fear or love, but what is love? love is so abstract that it is defined (at least in our language), in many facets. this includes cameraderie, romance, sibling, parental, etc...basically, you name it and its a 'type' of love.
but then i thought that we really don't love each other. we are just afraid. is love really fear in disguise? do you say that you 'love' me because you are afraid i won't 'love' you back...whatever 'love' means.
does love really mean that we fear losing a part of us that we depend on, so we develop this emotion called 'love' to describe how we feel? i love my arms because without them i wouldn't be able to type, eat, write, pick my nose, etc, the way that i used to. i would never want to lose my arm. is my 'love' for my arm really derived from my fear of losing it?
are our loved ones like our limbs? is it possible that we love them because we fear? can we escape from fear, or will it always control our behavior?
before you stand for love's defense, consider this thought for a few moments.
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it seemed much more complex in my mind...i knew it wouldn't translate well to text.
however, i think its kind of a cool, interesting thought.
goodnight, LOVErs ;-)
so, i've been thinking a lot about what drives behavior, and i've come to the conclusion that our decisions all stem from fear. fear is a powerful emotion...i believe its the most powerful and it controls us. let me guide you through my thought process.
consider an emotion other than fear. let's say, for example, greed.
greed is a strong emotion. i envy what you have and i wish i had it for myself. we have all felt this need before.
but what makes us covet others and thier belongings? materialistically, we all covet some of the same things. wouldn't it be nice to be rich? i wish i had a new car...i wish that i looked like that from drinking bud light like that actor on tv. i wish i could sing like him/her. why do we want what we don't have? are we afraid of being without? fear drives greed.
now, obviously this is not a novel concept. many agree that fear does alike drive sadness, jealousy, even our beliefs.
what i have heard is that all emotions stem from either fear or love, but what is love? love is so abstract that it is defined (at least in our language), in many facets. this includes cameraderie, romance, sibling, parental, etc...basically, you name it and its a 'type' of love.
but then i thought that we really don't love each other. we are just afraid. is love really fear in disguise? do you say that you 'love' me because you are afraid i won't 'love' you back...whatever 'love' means.
does love really mean that we fear losing a part of us that we depend on, so we develop this emotion called 'love' to describe how we feel? i love my arms because without them i wouldn't be able to type, eat, write, pick my nose, etc, the way that i used to. i would never want to lose my arm. is my 'love' for my arm really derived from my fear of losing it?
are our loved ones like our limbs? is it possible that we love them because we fear? can we escape from fear, or will it always control our behavior?
before you stand for love's defense, consider this thought for a few moments.
see
it seemed much more complex in my mind...i knew it wouldn't translate well to text.
however, i think its kind of a cool, interesting thought.
goodnight, LOVErs ;-)