Absolute certainty isn’t guaranteed.
Not for anyone.
Never has been and most likely never will be.
That’s a universal truth.
I know that.
But for me, in particular, even temporary assurance has been nothing short of a luxury, no matter how much I craved it. There are far too many variables, too many curveballs that life loves to throw in spite of the most careful planning to think anything is truly set in stone for any length of time. In fact, the only thing you know for sure is that you don’t know anything for sure. That’s a lesson life has beaten into me, reiterated, reminded me of over and over again for the last six years. And I wholeheartedly believe it. I’ve had to. There hasn’t been a single moment in over half a decade that I’ve thought otherwise.