I am Uncertainty

I am Uncertainty who has creepled and followed you in all of your life
I am Uncertainty, the sister of Change, torturing any idea of stability
I am the quicksand,  on which the more you move trying to establish yourself, the more you fall into losing your base
I am who has shown you how nothing is permanent, yet your idea of making the liquid solid has brought tears during years for you


The wind tearing the roof down,
The fissure eating what yesterday was a solid stone floor
The wheel which forces you to move your will
To see, if you find how to heal












                                       




        
If there was such a thing as estability things would be different
Of course they would be, I wouldn't be me and this scenario would not exist
If I could achieve complete certainty,  complete control over the present and future then I would stop being me...
But that's just a delussion, for the only certainty is the uncertainty.    The only thing we can be sure of,  is that things come and go...  are born and die.



        

       
Chasing the silhouette of certainty is the alcohol of the fearful
The more we reach for it, the more it goes out of sight
Only left thing to do is to live here and now,
Surrender our will to the wheel of life,
To work in the available time we have,
Which is only here and now.



This moment will be gone for sure, just as the happy moments I thought would never go away and which are now grains of sand in an infinite desert.   Even so, there has been time of sorrow and mournful  days,   noons of doubt and moons of fear.   Those too looked like they would never go away,  yet now Stockholm's would like to keep them as warm memories.


Its all gone now, a new all is yet to come.  I cannot wander about not being here to be somewhere there,  cannot wander about someone being here that I could hear close to my ear.   Can only wonder and resign to the changing waves coming near.