Uncertainty. This feeling evokes discomfort, yet there is still a familiar comfort to it. Just like floating
on the surface of the sea; you don’t know what’s underneath you, yet you’re surrounded by serene scenery
that ironically emits a certain serendipity.
But what happens if you stop floating? What if this feeling of uncertainty spirals into an endless void
you can’t get out of?
Isn’t it weird how we find ourselves falling down a rabbit hole: one rooted with tunnels that lead to
nothing but ceaseless dilemmas. Tunnels that look darker and scarier the deeper we fall. Sometimes we
like to imagine there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but we can’t see it therefore is it even true?
Uncertainty can encapsulate a person, sometimes swallow them whole. The idea that life is uncontrollable,
that we’re stuck doing whatever it is we have to do. “Dream big,” we often hear as kids–but once we grow
up we are told to wake up. Why is that?
Day by day we are taught what to do, what to say, what to think, and slowly our passion turns to
lethargy. The feeling that numbs all our sensations leaving merely a figment of a person, stripped off all
motivation. They say we all have a purpose, one that upholds our existence. But what if you’ve lost your
purpose, your structure, and with it, your sense of meaning?
Further down this rabbit hole, do we question where we’re going, or do we fall into doing whatever
we are told to do?
We can shoot for the stars, but what happens if the stars in our imaginations are much closer than
the ones in reality. As we come crashing down through this endless void called the universe, should we
rethink the path we took and regret not sticking to our barriers? We are all too familiar with the story of
Icarus, what if we fly too high and end up setting what’s ever left of our reality in flames?
Or instead, should we be happy knowing we were brave enough to cross that barrier and test the
very limits of humanity? If we construct barriers for our prowess we’d know its limits, but if we take a walk
inside our imagination we’d get to know it enough to make it our reality.
So close your eyes. Close your eyes and imagine wings. Wings bigger than you’ve ever seen
before, more elegant and magnificent than you’ve ever witnessed. Fly, fly with your mighty wings—fly out
to the sun, into the sky, touch the stars and never look back. Fly out of the rabbit hole and into the light.
And as your wings glisten in the sunlight you find yourself meaning again. You’ll find your purpose on this
earth. You’ll escape the tunnel and find your light.
