On being certain

Certainty is illusive.Counterproductive even.The progress I sacrificeIn pursuit of itIs rarely ever worth the trade.I have found thatA self-determined lifeThat is only as big as my imaginationIs deeply dissatsfying.I am not God.So rather than demandCertaintyI would do well toNot give in to my anxious thoughtsClawing for control and whining forGuarantees,Because this life will always be […]

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