No one wakes up in the morning and thinks, “Today is the day I shall be jostled out of my illusions of certainty. Today is the day life will remind me that no one ever really knows what’s going to happen next.”
Yet here we are.
Maybe today is that day for you. Or perhaps it was 15 days ago. Or maybe it hasn’t happened yet. Maybe you have another week, month, or year of pretending your life is safe and predictable.
Uncertainty comes for all of us eventually. And it is horrible. It’s terrifying, gut-wrenching, panic-inducing, fucking agonizing to live in a state of not knowing, especially when the stakes feel so very high, when your cortisol levels are through the roof and your amygdala is constantly screaming, “Danger! Danger! Danger!”
Consider this, though: No uncertainty, no wonder.
No surprises. No enchantment. No serendipity. No pleased exclamation at the hummingbird that suddenly appears outside my office window. No eager anticipation to meet the neighborhood cats that sometimes appear on my daily walks. No bewitching little moments of unexpected joy that weave themselves into the tapestry of an otherwise ordinary day.
No uncertainty, no wonder.
As agonizing as uncertainty is, I don’t think I would make that trade. And somehow, that makes coping easier.
I enjoyed reading this. Uncertainty is guaranteed at one point or another on this path we call life. We keep moving as we change and evolve. It's our natural state.