I’m not certain about the word certainty.
The word makes me feel like someone’s asking me to get a tattoo on my face.
I feel confident about the small things,
like what I want to eat for dinner or what word I want to use in sentence.
But, I’m not certain about the stuff that’s supposed to matter.
It’s like I could have a million signs pointing me toward the right thing,
I’m still not certain.
Because, I don’t know the meaning of what I feel.
Except that certain things feel good
and others don’t.
I don’t know how to get past this hump of feeling so unwilling to say “I’m certain.”
But, I don’t want to say no either.