Ambiguity of Life

You can’t tell anyone where you’re going, you just have to go alone and unrecognized. To let old relationships die. It’s all a kind of death. “Die before you die,” the Prophet Muhammad said. 

I choose anxiety and ambiguity over certainty. This means to act in the tension of not-knowing rather than to wait for or expect a sign, or an imagined certainty. To not act out of fear is a paralysis that leads to depression. But where a directional signal? Writing, to be sure, but not for mere self-aggrandizement of publication. Not merely to sound an opinion. Not merely to amuse or entertain. Not for flash or trickery. To discover – write to discover what is within you. Only through the fiery furnace of creative friction can you forge a metal – mettle? – tempered, incisive, and serviceable. Bring forth what is within you in the crucible of cognition. The act of writing is the translation of the unconscious into consciousness. Then act according to your own inner tenets, complete the circle and close the loop. 

Forget “sin” – harness your energies but choose Life. To live is to act, to feel, to think, to love, to grow – don’t choose shrinking in the guise of morality. Whose morality? Yours? 

I choose life and the ambiguity of life.