Detrimental as it is, we should admit : It does make us feel safe, secure and anxious. Wait, anxious? Is that good?
To hell with it. Anxious or not, it is a cliche. Something that binds to our thoughts all the time. As little as we like it, we must, must see the benefits. Our minds have deceived us into all this foul play.
Backtrack a little,eh? Alright. Anxiety and paranoia. Why? Because humans, like all living beings, want to live, as we already realized as life and death instincts. But are we bound by those instincts?
Still, we should not shy away from the topic at hand. How are our instincts born? Is it natural? Yes. Is it meant to be controlled? Most certainly... not. Is it considered repression? Maybe. So would we turn into silent 'alter-egos' deep within? Wait, wait, let us not get into partial meta-psychology.
But what is real? Our anxiety is real? So says Lacan. Our humanistic realism is what keeps us alive? Saying it with uncertainty is not going to help is it? We should strike while the iron is hot, and just believe... until of course, objective flaws bring us back down to Earth.