Fear is nothing, nothing more than a little chemical in the brain telling you that you should be afraid. Fear the unknown they say, no no fear the world you come from. No matter what it was, I was supposed to afraid. Supposed to run and scream at this fowl, disgusting world. But am I? No. I am not Alice, and this is not her Wonderland.
What if people who have anxiety are just unaccustomed to the way the world works because this is the first incarnation of their soul on the earth? And confident people are at ease with the world because they have already been incarnated multiple times and, in a sense, already know how the world works.