Living fully
There’s something deeply human about wanting answers. We crave certainty, a clear path, a guarantee, a sense that things will work out as they should. But life hardly offers that. Instead, we live in the space between knowing and not knowing, between the comfort of routine and the wild unknown of what comes next. Life doesn’t come with many guarantees. And honestly, that’s kind of the point. We live in this weird space between certainty and doubt where we know death is inevitable, but we don’t know when or how. Is it scary, sure. But it’s also what gives life meaning. If everything were predictable, would we even care as much about what we do each day? Probably not. Think about it, even the tiny moth from Virginia Woolf's piece, fluttering at the window, fights to survive. It doesn’t know it’s losing. It just keeps going. Not because it thinks it’ll win, but because that’s what life does. It tries. And maybe that’s the lesson. We don’t have anyway to see how much time we have le...