You can never really know anything. You certainly can’t know everything.
–And even if you could, it would be boring as all get out.
The act of knowing is the end of seeking, of finding, of questioning. It is the end of knowledge. The death of experience.
And still, being unsure doesn’t feel good. The firm ground of confidence feels much better than the uncertainty of the unknown.
There is a difference between confidence and certainty. And this is where, we must learn to live in discomfort. To have confidence in our ability to figure it out and to learn.
This is free will. Having the unknown, and not really ever knowing the “right ” path. Otherwise, everything would be written in stone, and we would not have adventure that comes with truly being free.
Embrace the suck.