“These fears are the termites that ceaselessly devour the foundations of whatever sort of life we try to build.” (Page 49, Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions)
Fear is far harder to deal with than resentment.
Imagine driving in a landscape. You see something untoward happen, but you’re driving along, and, as long as you don’t rubber-neck, stop, or turn back, the thing has gone and gone forever.
What’s ahead remains ahead and is also in the line of sight.
The looming mountains in the distance loom and loom.
Being in the mountains is very different from looking at the mountains, however: much more manageable.
One doesn’t have to deal with a mountain per se.
Wherever one is, one has to deal with only what is to hand.