We have always be ready as a race to cast aside doubt in favour of certainty and yet to do so takes the pleasure out of life. The unexpected yields up so many mysteries to solve and pleasures to enjoy. So why spoil it and seek certainty that has never and will never exist?
Certainty is, in this context, another word for security, an utter illusion if anything ever was! Where is the certainty in owning a house that may tomorrow burn to the ground or be swept away by floods? “But I have insurance!”, I hear you say. But what if a surge of claims topples the insurer? What then? The very concept of ownership is false, only supported by the current governments and legal system - what if tomorrow they fall, as has happened in several places in recent history, the most dramatic one being in 1917 in the Russian Revolution? “Aha, but I also have money stashed away for a rainy day!”. Yes, but what if the economy collapses and, not for the first time in history people need a wheelbarrow for the cash to buy a loaf of bread? The list is endless.
Yes, some things are more secure that others but none is 100% secure, NONE. Yet we live our lives often clinging desperately to the mirage of a safety buoy in the belief it will make us happy. Since when has happiness come from playing safe? True happiness comes when we cast it aside and throw ourselves into life with gusto, following our hearts, our passions that express the very highest attributes of our soul, sometimes against all odds and always for our ultimate good. Whether we fail or succeed, we can climb back on the horse of life until we breathe our last breath and die contentedly knowing that we did the very best we can and had fun along the way.
Security, at best, wastes our greatest assets and gifts and holds us back from fulfilment of our life purpose; at worst it saps us of our life-blood, our vitality and passion for life. How very sad.
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