Just believe.
The more I thought about and observed amongst people I know who have this attitude that everything will work out in the end, the easier I get tempted to just accept one can actually navigate through life without certainty as a prerequisite for movement. Or the truth fully intact. Especially the latter.
It is a preconceived idea that truth is load-bearing, without it the whole structure collapses. But I keep watching people build on sand and somehow, somehow, the house stands, for now. In their minds, the sand could well be a rock or they never looked down long enough to notice the difference.
The only reason I haven't followed through with accepting this mindset yet is because I can't fathom how to believe something I haven't earned the evidence for.
Fluffy type of believing has always felt intellectually embarrassing. To me, it is similar to agreeing to a contract without reading it, then acting surprised when it turns out the terms were actually fine. I know, it's better than expected, but as they say, you can never be so sure the fine print has a way of showing up later.
It's also really hard if not impossible to unknow what I think I already know about probability, how things actually tend to go, the gap between how life is sold and how it's lived, and a bunch of other well sourced reasons to hesitate.
What exactly is all this knowing for, if not to help you move?
I mean, when knowing doesn't provide momentum, it’s a tax against living and I am starting to suspect that truth is a luxury for those who can afford to stand still and belief is fuel for those who actually have somewhere to go.
While others are dancing on the assumption of solid ground, I'm paralyzed by the structural integrity of the floor getting cracked from standing still on it.
Is it better to be right and stagnant, or wrong and thriving?
I don't know. Possibly, as far as the house on the sand stands long enough for a person to live a full, happy life, then whether the sand held or shifted will turn out to be mere a footnote.
At some point, the realization of the sheer opportunity cost of being 'correct' subtly forces one to let belief do what knowing refused to authorize.
Hopefully, will reach that point soon enough before it's too late.
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