Today's essay: "The Importance of Being Not Really Sure About Anything."
As I write this, I am 99.9% not really sure about anything. The numbers, the facts, the entire concept of reality itself? All just a bunch of vague, squishy notions. And you know what? That's okay. Because in a world where certainty is just an illusion, the best thing you can do is just roll with it, man.
Or, you know, just pretend you're really sure. That's a viable option too.
Either way, the key is to just go with the flow, like a leaf on a windy day. Or a leaf blown into a leafy abyss. Or a leaf who's just, you know, not really sure where it's going.
Read on for more existential dread, or: The Fourth in a Series of Now-Not-Really-Series