A must be mad scientist named Heisenberg said that the more we know about where a particle is right now, the less we know about how fast it’s going and the direction that it’s going. This also works the other way around (so the more we know about how fast it’s going and the direction it’s going, the less we know about where it is right now.) He called it the uncertainty principle and made a mere feeling a scientific fact.
What I understand of this is that we know nothing. And the more we try to find out, the more nothing we know. It’s a bloody catch 22 situation. Every answer leads to more questions till by exponential growth (not compounded growth), only questions remain.
But that’s not the lousiest thing about uncertainty. The lousiest thing about uncertainty is that it is an emotion that quadruples the anxiety caused when you hold all the cards of the deck. You can think, ponder and choose the best hand, yet the strange feeling of letting go of something better, something larger and more amazing, however unknown, whilst making the decision will always remain. Maybe that’s why we wait years on the choices we should’ve made in seconds… maybe that’s why mankind will always repent lost time. ‘Uncertainty.’ It’s such a horribly simple word to encompass such a myriad of situations and circumstances… the culprit for the second that went by too slowly, or the year that slipped by too fast.
I wish to conclude this post, and I could paint a pretty picture. I could ask you to embrace ambiguity, to relish the present moment for we do not know what might happen in the next, to take chances because you could die tomorrow or to plan well because you might live for the next 80 years. But it is not the pretty picture I believe in. Uncertainty is ugly. The only reason to believe in Carpe Diem is because living any other way is futile.
All I know is that we know nothing. And the more we try to find out, the more nothing we know.