I don’t know what to write and I’ve decided that that’s okay. I’m unsure of what the future holds. I have joined those identified as the uncertain, and I blend in perfectly. I used to believe that I chased after love, or a person, place, or thing. Something of substance. But I believe everyone covertly craves a feeling. People crave being appreciated, wanted, admired, stable. They disguise these desires through impersonal ideologies. If we polarize all the aspects of want surrounding us and uncover the underlying meaning, we all secretly crave a feeling. If we all crave feeling, we must understand that we choose how to take things. Unfortunate as much true. We, completely or subconsciously understand that, we decide how we feel. We pretend outer features hurt us. We pretend as an act of refusal and fear, of no one but ourselves. We have all in our hands, we guide ourselves through our lives. We do, no one else. We choose to live; and in that how to live. At the end of the day I choose uncertainty. I choose fitting my own loosely knit narrative. I choose owing nothing to anyone but myself.