I think I’d rather write about what gives me faith than what scares me. I choose not to dwell on the things that scare me. However some of the things you mentioned also scare me when I think about them.
When I’m on freeway curve I fear driving at freeway speeds. Driving curves at freeway speeds suddenly makes me feel I’m on a racetrack. I don’t want to drive as fast as the drivers behind me want me to. I lost my urban defensive driving skills when I moved to California’s slower-paced San Luis Obispo County. I don’t want to drive farther north than Monterey or farther south than Ventura County anymore. I’ve served my time in city traffic.
I agree with you about scary movies. Why should I pay to get scared? I watch the news and that’s bad enough. I prefer to put good things into my mind by keeping my focus on what’s true, beautiful, just, lovely, and excellent.
As for war, there is reason to fear it. My husband was born near the beginning of WW2 in Serbia and spent his early childhood dodging German and American bombs. He remembers Nazi occupation followed by a Communist takeover of the government under Tito. He was a political prisoner with his parents before he was twelve. He was very happy when his family finally escaped to Canada and later moved to the United States under the Canadian quota.
There have been wars since before history was recorded. I don’t believe they will stop. I hope the next one isn’t a civil war here. But I don’t dwell on it. I pray.