Does it ever feel like, to you, that certainty is the square root over negative one in your life? The infamous imaginary number? Something you need to calculate the all solutions of life, but which, in truth, never really existed.
So often in your life you are certain some people are meant to stay, some things are bound to happen that you plan your days in accordance to it. But remove that certainty and whole equation falls apart. It’s like you are working on a problem, holding something constant, but suddenly the constant changes and becomes the variable and all you are stuck with is a bunch of symbols that has no value. All your efforts gone, your hopes vanished, you are left with pieces that hold no solution. You have to start from the scratch hoping to find something else you can hold as constant, as certainty.
Because face it, without some certainty nothing can be proven.
To some the certainty becomes religion, to others it becomes family, friends, morals, the system of justice, anything. Something. For how are you expected to face life with no solid ground on which you can stand? So you blindly believe in fate, destiny or whatever you call it, to lead you on wards.
But it all comes down to one thing doesn’t it? – there can never be certainty and without certainty there can be nothing.
Amar Shobdo 