Fears and Loves

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I've been listening to the podcast for a while now and one thing I've been thinking about a lot recently is how the nature of fears compares to the nature of loves.

Have you noticed how different they are?

Fears tend to loom large, have complexity, be far-reaching and grandiose.

Loves tend to be simple, detached, and elegant.

Like, here's mine:

I'm afraid of cancer.
I'm afraid of the death of a loved one.
I'm afraid everyone will find out what a fraud I am, and my life will fall apart.

I love the sound of my daughter's laughter.
I love the purr of my siamese cat.
I love Sunday morning comics.

I think exchanging fears and loves is brilliant because the respective natures of the two really show our how warped our perceptions can get. Are fears scary because they're huge and out of our control? Or are they scary because we cast lenses on them that makes them seem large and important? Do loves seem trivial because the only things that bring happiness are meaningless? Or does the same lens that blows our fears out of proportion diminish our loves to meaninglessness?