So Certain, So Partial
What confuses me is not that we have perspectives.
It's how certain they can feel.
We know so little, if we really think about it.
About people, about systems, about the larger reality we are a part of.
There are entire layers of existence we don't even understand.
And yet, in small everyday moments, I can feel completely sure.
Sure about what someone meant.
Sure about why something happened.
Sure about what is 'obvious'.
And I rarely stop to question where that certainty is coming from.
It feels earned. It feels justified.
But maybe it is just familiar.
Maybe I have thought something enough times that it now feels true.
Not because it is complete, but because it is repeated.
That thought is uncomfortable.
Because it means I might be standing on partial understanding... while feeling complete confidence.
And this extends beyond small things.
Even in bigger questions... about life, about purpose, about how things work...
I find myself holding strong opinions inside a reality I barely understand.
There's something humbling in that.
And also slightly unsettling.