Little Bill

The thing about uncertainty is that it’s like a fungus: you’ve no idea it’s growing until it’s too late. It creeps and creeps and there you stand; suddenly doubting that which, only moments earlier, you were completely confident about. Or perhaps you were confident about it?

And then you find yourself in the situation where the certainty is, for once, all you’ve got. A balance has been struck; your counterpoint is in its place and then suddenly, out of the blue, forces move to counteract the equilibrium you have finally found yourself in.

It’s surprising how quickly I was able to identify these external influences as contrived. I was asking myself if I was the uncertainty or was it always here? Did I fear that I, too, have one foot holding the door open? But I think I’m just fearing that, once again in my life, the sum is greater than the parts. I have incredible difficulty accepting anything could be bigger than me, whether I can rationalize it or not. And yet it is. And I should not fear that, but embrace it.