Why are we afraid of darkness?

I think too much and I realise how easy it is to get lost. I don't like this. I don't like being caught in a continuous wave of images, people, places, memories. I start to think that I don't like this world. And I see that it is true. I hate how people lose their humanity, how people believe they have been here forever. We weren't. I hate how there are people who think they can do everything to anyone, no matter the consequences. I hate how most of the young generation speaks to the elders, how they ignore their wisdown and laugh at thei needs. I hate when I see that there are men who still think that women are objects to play with and to break everytime time they feel that need. I hate everything that we have become.
And so I find myself driven into darkness, into a world that have scared us since we were children. And no matter how much we insist on the fact that we are brave enough to fight it, we still know that there is something that makes us shiver. Wonder. And that is fear. The thing that makes us human. That actualy keeps us alive. And into the dark, I look around and see nothing. I feel the cold wind and hear the silence. But then there is always someone talking to me. And its voice is like a whistling.
"Do you feel my presence?" it asks me.
"I do."
"But do you see me?"
"No." I say, a bit scared.
"Why are you afraid? There is nothing but darkness. And silence."
"But I hear you."
"No darling, that is the silence. When you start to understand it, you understand its voice. But go further. You will see why you are afraid."
"But I know that I am not afraid of darkness, but of what can be hidden in it."
"That is also true. But go. Let me take you there."
And I go with it, I don't know how. But with every step things are starting to reveal to me. I see faces. Young, old, lost, sad. I see animals, birds. I see people I have never met, fights, crying, storms, deaths, monsters. I see everything I don't like in this world. But then I see my family, my friends laughing. My dog running to me. Little kids fighting and then playing together. The sunset. The mountains. The sky. The stars. I see a car stopping in front of me and a beautiful soul coming and taking my hand. I feel the warmth. The love.The beauty. I feel everyting.
"Don't be scared. There are so many things in the darkness. You just have to choose. But let me show you the end of it."
And I let myself guided by that soul and in the moment it disappears I see two small lights coming to me. When they get closer I realise it is my dog. I wait for him, but before I could stretch my hand it turns into a snake and I start panicking.
"Don't be scared. Don't forget the silence!" And I realise it is the voice from the beginning. And its eyes. I know those eyes. They are mine. It is like I am looking into a mirror. And I realise after all that it is me. And I scream.I scream until my lungs are left out of air and I can barely breath. And then suddenly my eyes are blinded by light. I feel pain in my chest. But I like it. I realise how real it is. I realise I am back into the world that I dislike so much, where people seem to be hopeless.
But it makes me realise one thing. We are are not afraid of darkness because we can't see anything in it. We are afraid of it because we can see too much, because it can show us our conscience, our demons. It can reveal who we really are...