The truth is a whirlwind that sweeps away windows, glass, lives. No one escapes its subtle swells. But I feel that everything is relative. The society around us conditions us enormously, unless you're disgustingly rich, as someone once told me. Although my appreciation of wealth also brings with it a constant struggle of people who need your help. You could move to an island, lay a minefield, add a side of crocodiles, and only enter by helicopter.

If we look inward, then, as you say, we are assailed by so many fears that we seem like Alice in Wonderland. We are hostages to our own fears. Then there is the power to manage the information that comes to us. Nothing that we don't choose can affect us. No one enters our lives if we don't allow it, and at the end of the (mental) tunnel, we also value things based on the knowledge we have. Beliefs, expectations, and mood affect us.
It happens that today we desire something, and tomorrow we might wake up and it may no longer be important.