Certain of Uncertainty

Have you ever felt uncertain of what you felt. Well if so, then you are certain of what you feel…the ultimate irony, you’re certain that you feel exactly one thing, uncertainty. What happens next? Anything…nothing? I couldn’t tell you.

Well with all of this uncertainty just begging for you to be certain of, what are you to think?

Everyone must be different I suppose, but I find these feelings to be most common either when I’m lonely and wishing I had someone to love and show romantic attention to, or, when the time with one such as that is drawing to an end.

But this is human nature is it not? To be uncertain of our existence and all that pertains to it. It is both the mortal blessing, and curse. It keeps life interesting, if not a bit worrisome at times, but also, if one is not strong enough to deal with a particular situation, holds us back.

Alright, so I’m laying down on this pixel formed paper, the basic truths that each an every man and woman here knows. Alright, so its redundant, I know that, but since when has blatant redundancy ever stopped someone from doing anything. I, like every other mortal creature in existence, am inherently selfish, and so will continue to go on about my meaningless subject matter for a single defining purpose. It makes me feel better.

Wait, does this mean I’m unhappy? Damn rights I’m unhappy right now. If I can’t be certain about anything, not even how I feel (aside from the oxymoronic certainty of my uncertainty…which we already covered) than how am I supposed to be content with anything? Oh, and by the way, while it holds no relevance to you, I’m bloody uncomfortable right now, and can’t for the life of me find a solution to even that most simple annoyance.

Alright, so enough with the fruitless complaining, I suppose this means I can hope, that’s all, hope. What, didn’t you know? You don’t find love, its not like you can just wish upon a shooting star, and then the man or woman of your dreams simply appears before you ready to dissolve all of your problems in their comforting embrace. Life simply isn’t like that. You see my friends, love comes to find you, and as I often say, unsought and unexpected. My problem is I’m I cannot stop looking, and I’m not sure that a dream such as that will ever be so simple to find. I can only suppose that there must be some invisible barrier halting love from finding me, for in the darkened silence of a summer night, I know only the beat of my own heart…