If there is anything I could say I “believe in” it is this: I believe in the world being indefinite. I believe in every belief, truth, and value to be flawed, therefore even this belief can not be the truth of my existence. Perhaps it is because I choose to challenge and explore the depths of all the “what-ifs” and “buts”, for I am incapable of finding solace in simplicity.
Could you imagine a world in which we all lived in pure question? No longer could life be categorized into insignificant black and white boxes. Instead, our minds would have to adapt and evolve into a grey chaos of instability and suffering. Humans would either be enlightened by the rise of new philosophies or liberate their minds from the torment “grey chaos” poses on their egos. Life in itself would not change, but the essence of the way in which we view the world would shatter into a million little shambles of sharp glass, inflicting pain and agony upon our minds and souls.
Yet, I still chose to believe in the power of the alternate perspective; I propose that truth acts as a variable that combines circumstance, life experience, and time, all of which are subject to change. And it is that transformation of thought that causes the world to be full of indefinite possibilities. For this is why, I can not believe in anything but the power of those “buts” and “what-ifs.”
But what does that mean? What does not knowing what to believe in actually transcend into? Many may refer to it as “ignorance is bliss” but I disagree. I would offer that the more you know the less you understand and for every answer there are a thousand more questions waiting to be discovered and solved. Believing in the world of Indefinite means stimulating one’s curiosity and awakening empathy, for in order to be empathetic, one must learn how to be understanding of all truths.
There will always be contradiction. For no truth can be a lie. And no lie could be a fact, yet within a lie lives the truth of inevitable circumstances, time, and one’s desires and fears. Truth exists in the beholders soul, for the intellect can not reason beyond its limitations. Truth is above all else. Yet the truth in itself is indefinite, for it varies minute to minute, day to day, year to year. I believe in the truths of the past, present and future. But more so I believe in the imperfections each truth entails of which makes it both contentious yet honest.