I’m All About It

Certitude is the one natural resource that never seems to be in short supply. I encounter it every day, from people in all walks of life. No matter what subject is under discussion, somebody (or somebodies) will speak with unshakable certainty about it. How they could solve whatever problem there is.

I have been that person, I know.

I’ve reached a point in my life, however, where whatever talent I had for certainty has faded. People’s certainties seem to come from who they choose to believe, rather than any sober assessment of how knowable things actually are. As an example, people comment frequently on what other people’s motivations are or must be (or were or must have been) — a thing largely unknowable.

If you ask them, though, people will tell you why they do things. They might be lying, of course, but that, too is largely unknowable.

When I examine my own actions, I am not always sure why I have done what I’ve done. However, I stand a better chance of figuring that out than anyone else. So, I attempt to do that.

The pieces on this blog are typically just such exercises. Working through single thoughts or feelings at a time, usually my own, but occasionally as described by to me by other people. I use poetry as my primary vehicle, usually short forms. However, I am liable to write an essay or other bit of prose from time-to-time.

I am not certain about many things, but I seek whatever understanding I can find – one person at a time.

Owen “Beleaguered” Servant, a/k/a Sibelius Russell – April, 2018