Uncertainty

It's hard when people, or you, go away. It's hard when you don't know what is happening in somebody else's life because you don't have the guts to call her/him. It's hard when you try to find answers in blogs or social networks or in the deepest past of you mind. It is hard trying to imagine the first laugh of the day and the last bedtime story.

Uncertainty drives everybody crazy. Uncertainty makes us doubt and feel that we don't know anything. It blinds us, eats us and makes us irremediably distant to the situation at hand. I could say that it's beautiful and try to feel like it is, like it doesn't matter; at the end, romanticize it. But I won't because I would be lying. Uncertainty is ugly makes us feel trapped in the invisible prison of our own thoughts, which is, as everybody knows, the most dangerous and the hardest to escape from.