Anxiety has a purpose.
I’ve saved my 2-year-old daughter from drowning a thousand times this summer. She believes she can swim, but she can’t. Her lack of anxiety isn’t an asset but a liability. Every time we go swimming as a family, she jumps in and flails around until I grab her with both hands. She always emerges from the water with a joyous grin. Ignorance is bliss. She’s free to not be anxious because I’m anxious.
