Uncertainty

Title: Uncertainty

I find myself standing at the water's edge, waves crashing against the shore. The moon shines brightly, illuminating the path ahead. It's time for a conversation with myself.

"What do you want in life?" I ask, gazing at the stars above.

"I want peace," I reply quietly.

"Why?" I inquire, my voice barely audible.

"Because I'm haunted by the constant uncertainty," I confess. "Life is filled with tragedies, injustice, and ignorance. The weight of these realities makes me feel helpless."

"Why do you care?" I question, my curiosity piqued.

"I just do," I answer, my voice tinged with determination. "I can't help but think about them, over and over again. And then I realize that if I stop caring, future generations will be exposed to the same hardships. If we don't educate ourselves and others, these problems will persist. So, I have to care. It's a responsibility I can't ignore."

Nodding understandingly, I ask, "What do equality and inequality mean to you? You mentioned them earlier."

"I'll be honest; I don't have a definitive answer," I admit. "Equality, in its simplest form, implies equal treatment for every individual. However, in the complex tapestry of life, where everyone has unique perspectives, it becomes more challenging. Take gender equality, for example. I've heard various arguments, particularly regarding wage disparities. Some argue that women should receive equal pay as men. But I've often wondered how we can achieve gender equality when men and women are inherently different biologically. Instead, I believe that we complement each other—women give birth, while men provide for and educate their children."

Curious to hear more, I encourage, "Please continue."

"To be brief, true equality between men and women may never be fully attainable," I explain. "But that doesn't mean there should be inequality. Relationships should be based on mutual support, and household chores should be shared. The burden shouldn't fall solely on women, but rather, it should be a joint effort. It all comes down to the maturity of the individuals involved and their willingness to support one another."

"Your perspective makes sense," I say with a smile.

"Thank you," I reply, grateful for the understanding.

Shifting gears, I inquire, "How have you been sleeping lately?"

"Not well," I confess.

"Are you an insomniac?" I wonder.

"I hope not," I answer honestly.

"Then what is it, if not insomnia?" I press further.

"I think too much," I admit, my voice tinged with frustration.

"It sounds like you're an overthinker, just like many others," I remark.

"If that were the case, I'd have plenty of company by now," I reply with a tinge of longing. "Overthinking has become a common trait, yet it hasn't brought me closer to others."

Chuckling softly, I respond, "You were born with a unique mind."

"Is this the room for insecurities?" I quip. "I imagined it to be more cramped and gloomy."

Ignoring my attempt at humor, I pause as I notice whispers in the background.

"Do you hear that?" I ask.

"Yes, they come and go," I reply.

"What do they say?" I inquire curiously.

"They question my lack of official diagnosis and expertise in certain matters," I admit. "They remind me to be cautious and honest about my limitations."

"And how do you respond?" I prod gently.

"I acknowledge that I haven't been officially diagnosed, nor can I blindly claim to be an expert in everything," I reply. "But I also recognize the value of open discussion. While we freely engage in trivial conversations, gossip, and even slander, topics such as religion are often seen as too sacred to touch. Yet, religion can guide us to live righteously, to make informed choices, and to follow a path of righteousness in our lives. It is not solely about the afterlife; it encompasses the guidance we need in this life as well. Therefore, discussing it should not be seen as wrong but rather as an opportunity for growth and understanding."

"Some people may believe that only the devout should discuss such matters," I offer.

"Perhaps," I reply with a hint of resignation. "But in the end, my opinion feels insignificant."

Chuckling, I conclude, "Well, it seems I've found my way to the insecurity room after all."

As the waves crash against the shore, I take a deep breath, embracing the uncertainty that surrounds me. In this introspective conversation, I've come to realize that life's complexities are bound to elicit questions, doubts, and insecurities. Yet, it is through these very uncertainties that we learn and grow, shaping our understanding of the world and ourselves. And so, I continue on this journey, embracing both the light and the shadows that make me who I am.