I have to admit I was quite uncertain about what to write today, so I’m letting go of certainty and, ironically enough, writing about uncertainty.
It seems like the push and pull between certainty vs. uncertainty is at the heart of so much of what we do (or don’t). Not enough certainty, and life is chaotic. Too much certainty, and life becomes stagnant.
How do we maintain balance between certainty vs. uncertainty?
Like all of the really big questions in life, it seems like fate, or destiny, or what have you, has a say in the matter. Not surprisingly, it’s more about how I respond to the situation than anything else.
All the planning in the world won’t eliminate the great unknown, which would be boring anyway if that were possible. There’s a part of me that wants certainty, but there’s another part that knows it would be creative suicide.
When I sit down to write or paint, it’s like I’m stepping into the land of uncertainty, all the while attempting to make my ideas take on a certain form.
Sure, there’s skill involved, and I want to master my craft, but there’s something else going on behind the scenes–of which I’m not completely sure–so I’ll just call it magic.
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