We find comfort from the safety of familiarity. We can often find peace and calm in the slow, gentle songs that makes us smile. Good vocals singing good lyrics, soft strumming, clean and precise harmonica. This guy hits the nail on the head for me.
Difficult to listen to -- my dad died just several weeks ago. But it's still a good listen. I liked the guy's speaking voice, too, in the seconds before he sang. Thanks for sharing the song.
Lovely voice and I can see why you find it comforting. Intelligent lyrics speak to us in a way that when combined with music make it something magical.
A specific fear self-reinforces. If I am afraid of jumping, I avoid it. By avoiding, I never learn how to jump. By not learning, I remain afraid.
Generalised fear is a habit. Somewhere in the back of the mind is the idea that if only I can worry enough, I can prevent the things I fear from happening. If the worry is not purposefully directed towards analysing the likelihood of something and finding the solutions that reduce risk, then all it does is continually self-reinforce the habit.
Whether specific or generalised, anxiety can be reduced with cognitive-behavioural training techniques, starting with brief exposures to small scary situations, and as skill and comfort levels develop, gradually increasing the duration and scariness until the unrealistic fear is gone, or competence and confidence are achieved.
Some fears are vital friends. For example, back when I was on an antidepressant (SSRI) for more than two years, I lost all fear. It crept up on me so gradually that I was unaware of the problem or the cause. I did things like trying to walk through a causeway during a flood, trying to ride an unbroken filly bareback without a bridle, driving on the wrong side of the road around blind corners, and spending money I couldn't afford to spend until I'd put myself into poverty. After I'd weaned myself off the SSRI, sensible caution returned.
B.H.Wilson 