There is none. There is hope for security, but not the actual thing itself. At least, not in this experience.
Everyone gets hurt. Everything eventually falls down. Nothing can escape the voracious appetite of worm, rust and moth .
This is an obvious reality that never goes away. So why is it that we try to construct false security through health, riches, family, religion, politics, and the like?
We know that the truths and science of today tell us that even as short as fifty years ago, nearly everyone was an imbecile. What about fifty years from now? I have a feeling when the future looks back on all that we do and believe, they will wonder how we got everything so wrong. And then fifty years after that? The same. And on and on it goes. Stability is a farce.
We know this and yet we cling to our blankets that will save us from the monsters of pain, death and uncertainty. We are all standing on a rope a thousand feet off the ground, blindfolding ourselves with our childhood blanket. Pretending that we are actually on flat, soft ground.
Toss the blanket away. Uncover your eyes. Look where we are. Constantly about to fall into an abyss that we are guaranteed to fall into anyways that we can't explain. Terrified of reality and inevitability.
So look fear in the eye and jump.
Experience flying for these brief moments of life. Embrace the terror and dance. Dance the true dance of life, the courtship of the momentary with the infinite.
Then the real fun begins. The fun of a continually widening perspective as you rush headlong toward the Unknown.