I’m never certain.
There’s always another perspective to consider.
Another option to weight up.
There is no black or white, right or wrong, good or bad.
Life is lived in the third way while I struggle to squeeze round pegs into square holes.
I’m seeking security and safety certainty, solid ground to stand on, and all the time drifting in an in-between state where is there no beginning and no ending, no winning and no losing, only the labels I put on the things and the emotions I feel and how they inform me about the experiences I have.
This is where my life is lived.
This is where I rise and fall, stumble and pick myself up.
This is where I laugh till I cry and cry till I laugh and try to work out why.
May I never be certain.
May I always be searching and learning and discovering.