Hello uncertainty. I understand you and I have become shadows of each other? From the time I wake up, you greet me with questions, and the day goes by with more question marks than the toughest interviewer I ever faced in life posed. And if that was not enough, you pop up at every single turn I take and (at the cost of stinging Mr Gordon Sumner) every move I make.
I trust that I can no longer trust myself, with you being my falter ego. Did you somewhere put those invisible tripwires that I seem to stumble over nowadays? Maybe the answer's yes, but then again, it's uncertain. And does it please you to see one humbled so, when one did not have lofty ambition to begin with?
So much for a little peace of mind. I heard it was your bane, your arch enemy. And that you'd fight tooth and nail, AND win, in this unsettling, never-ending battle. They tell me, you're what makes life worth living. I'd agree, but what about those who haven't yet quite come to terms with having you around, and give up on themselves, purely because you wouldn't give up being what you are?
Our ancestors spoke about a remedy: Conformity. Conform, and all your troubles will disappear like a lonely raindrop on the hot sands of a desert. Yay! But conformity is too high a price to pay. I'm sorry, at least I'm certain I can't give you that pleasure. And even if I did, would you really guarantee that I'd be rid of you? I'm sure you'd pop up in some other conformist avatar.
Uncertainty, in no uncertain terms I tell you. It's not always nice to have you around. So would you mind while I keep aside my thoughts awhile and figure out a way to put you in place?
I hear you grinning. Oh, right! There you go again.
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