It’s becoming more apparent to me just what kind of uncertainty really bothers people. There is so much uncertainty in every day that we don’t bother to keep track of the vast majority. Most are ignored based on what could be considered false assumptions about what will happen. When that assumption is proved wrong, we are surprised, but our lives aren’t any worse for it because we are able to recover without much loss.
There is another kind of uncertainty, the kind upon which we hinge the quality of our lives. It’s that girl who you want to ask out, or that clacking in your car that might cost a fortune to fix. These are the uncertainties, quicksand of life, from which we need timely rescue. We can handle an almost infinite amount of these quality of life uncertainties as long as there is a predictable schedule of resolution.
Beyond that, there is a level of uncertainty that defines the life of someone. And when that life becomes too predictable, an odd feeling overwhelms us because that’s not the life we were supposed to live. We can only focus on one of these uncertainties at a time. If there are more than one, we can’t tell them apart.