A friend of mine told me that he used to like visiting a one-man machine shop just to chat while the owner worked. Then, he noticed that it wasn't too unusual to find someone else doing the same thing, so he decided to watch, and try to figure out the secret of the old guy's charm. He'd just stand there at his lathe or mill, watching the work, and occasionally grunt or nod as the visitor related the details of their current conundrum. Eventually, the story would end, and there would be a few seconds of just machine noise. Then the machinist would turn around, look at his visitor, and say "Well, there you are, You SEE?" Then the visitor would usually brighten up and trot off.
Half of the fear of the unknown future is just from not having really accepted where we are, to know the footing from which we proceed.