I guess certainty makes me feel deeply uncertain.
When I can predict tomorrow, the future, my own path… that’s when I start to feel less, like I’m slowly fading away. The prediction makes me feel like I’m not living my own life, the automation of movement numbs my senses. I’m living for the sole purpose of living. A machine, unaware of when I wake up, or if I ever really do.
I like to drift inside the quiet mystery of not knowing.
Because if there’s one thing that’s certain,
it’s that nothing ever is,
and we never really know anything at all.
