Opinion: Sense of security


Long lines and minor indignities have become a part of the national ethos in the wake of countless incidences of terrorism here and abroad. We queue for sporting events, airplanes and government buildings. For the most part, the transaction is handled comfortably with as little inconvenience as possible. Still, some express frustration at the bureaucracy and expense required to administer. It seems the only thing more troubling than airport security may be airport insecurity. Our fear leads us to invest tremendously in our protection. 

In some primordial fashion, it has kept us alive. We, the successful progenitors of humanity, have learned to approach risk with utmost caution. Our more reckless cousins showed us the way at their own demise. Still, if possessed by anxiety of the perils of the world around us, do we give up too much? Can our desire to keep ourselves safe actually bring us risk in another way? If we fear growth, we are protected from its jeopardies but stunted in our development. Do our personal insecurities trick us into believing that they are protecting, all the while secretly holding us back? 

Secure or insecure, no one succeeds lifelong without continuing maturity and improvement. Does framing our challenges as a matter of security or insecurity distract us from the important objectives at hand (mainly, living to our fullest potential)? At this point, is how we feel about our insecurities as important as meeting our best capacity? Is it like our complaining about how insecure we are in our snug skinny suit rather than spending the energy counting calories and planning the next day’s meals? Sure, we have come to rely on natural tendencies toward insecurity to keep us safe. But, do we hide behind them, intentionally or not, to our own debilitation?