Certainty amidst uncertainty.,.

I hate, I love. I am the most baffled being! I guess I am. I won’t deny any part of it. I am so used to it. My abhorrence knows no bound, so does my amour. I have never known myself cautious enough, enough to have realized that I might end up empty handed. And even if I had had that realization, it is not much of my concern. I have this malleable nature that can just amalgamate with every other soul, either in the form of love or despise. I don’t know what is this factor that keeps me moving, get going. But whatever be it, at the end of the day, I always know where I am, where I stand, and what I want. I don’t say I am certain about things. How could I possibly be certain of anything in this uncertain world? Certainty in fact is a big loophole, the sole flaw, which paralyses every bit of our bewildering imagination. Our fascination and our adroit nature, they seem to sink with every pulses and every heart beat we take, with that certainty looming around. Had things been assertive and had we got that sanguineness in every element that surrounds us, wouldn’t we be apathetic of every aspect of our existence? Well, well, I don’t know what you have to say about it, but I give that point an affirmative. I loathe certainty with all my heart, and I can’t stop loving it with any less. So, now what do I do? Term myself invincible of anything existent! Or, should I be saying that the whole idea of uncertainty and certainty is just another nuisance. A pain in the ear. I am neither ascetic, nor meek enough to have no harsh opinions on the subject. Nor am I an erudite on the matter to have a vivid answer to it. But what I personally feel is, it is always uncertainty that creates certainty. Cause had there been no erratic events, there would not exist the question of unequivocal ones. That is why it’s the rainbow that follows the rain, and not the other way. J