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Many of the fears have been trivial but he would not discuss them. One worry then would automatically be associated with a pile of other buried worries, and an ordinary unpleasant stimuli could evoke the whole works. A gray day becomes therefore a symbol that the sunny inner self is clouded, and he feared he could not change himself any more than he could the weather.

Above all, the fears could not be discussed with you, particularly if they seemed trivial. He never wanted you to equate him with your mother (I laughed here), and felt that a display of unpleasant emotions would only get your scorn.

There are small areas, quite trivial in comparison, that could serve as counterpoints. As mentioned, any changes within your framework at present that can be introduced. A project in which you can both become involved, that need not necessitate a great amount of time. Painting or furniture. Bright curtains at this windows—any beneficial changes in the environment of that nature.

Unrecognized and unchallenged fears cannot be dealt with adequately until they are released. Regardless of their intellectual status, they are highly charged, though they may appear as trivial.

[...] Carried too far, such an idea can lead to an isolationism in which only work is important, and the daily joys experienced by others become unimportant and trivial. [...]

[...] When you go out in public he immediately thinks in terms of absolutes, and feels himself inadequate as a result, and his improvements seem trivial in comparison to what he wants.

The trivial conversations which you were all discussing would be helpful here, as reassurance. [...]

If you cannot communicate important ideas, then you must communicate trivial ones. [...]

[...] The intimate “trivial” events of life are life—they are living, in your terms. [...]

[...] You are then tempted to see trivial disturbances as large ones, and to cut off all heads indiscriminately, in order to get rid of one or two main disturbances, because you can no longer tell one from the other.

[...] Such suggestions may appear trivial, yet they are not, and will prove most beneficial. [...]

[...] I realized their actions were trivial, yet also felt they were thoughtless. [...]

He felt ashamed of what he thought you thought of as trivial unimportant matters, homey concerns. [...]

The easy, spontaneous, daily, trivial, give-and-take was not there. [...]

[...] These are to be expected, but all seem trivial now, given our present situation.

In your daily life at any given moment of your time, you have a multitudinous choice of actions, some trivial and some of utmost importance. [...]

[...] I am trying to give you some insight into how a seemingly trivial event takes place, how telepathy and expectation enter in. [...]

[...] Certain incidents, trivial in themselves, will at times carry a tremendous charge, not necessarily because he is repressing thoughts about the particular incident, but because the incident recalls unresolved past issues that he has psychically associated with it.

The trivial conversations which you were all discussing would be helpful here, as reassurance. [...]

If you cannot communicate important ideas, then you must communicate trivial ones. [...]

[...] Write everything down, no matter how trivial. [...] We often forsee very trivial events that seem to have no particular meaning to us. [...]

[...] He has always seen his daily life in the context of eternal meaning, and the conflict prevented this, robbing him of the previous significance possessed by the most trivial incident.

In medieval times to be excommunicated was no trivial incident, but an event harkening severance that touched the soul, the body, and all political, religious and economic conditions by which the two were tied together. [...]

[...] The trivialities and moods, the feelings of morning and twilight would be extinguished—so he thought as you told him, and so against many of his natural instincts he tried to obey.

[...] Little by little, using it as a guide, other memories came back to me — all trivial in comparison to real tragedy and yet, to me, bitterly depressing. [...]

[...] The pattern of worrying over many trivial affairs, of constant brooding, has been a camouflage to hide the basic fears. [...]

[...] To you they seemed rather obvious, and trivial, almost. [...]

[...] There are no chasms—only a crack which is trivial. [...]