In our little writing play-shop today, the final prompt to explore was the statement:
When something is lost, we must find it in ourselves.
Although the prompt was inspired by the recent election, it holds true more generally, not to mentioned in a million ways more personally. The responses were varied and poignant. When I read mine, someone said it should be a blog post. I said, “why not?” and I post the unpolished musing here:
I see I have lost my certainty. So many people seem to have it (certainty), and yet their conclusions to me seem ill-considered, making me afraid to be certain and consequentially blind, arrogant and limited. Like a good unaffiliated Buddhist,* I jettisoned all my beliefs, only to find that humans do not function, do not survive, without belief in something. So, knowing I cannot be sure that anything I think I know is true, I make the most conscious choices I can in choosing what I believe, with the willingness to be wrong and to change my belief.
In losing certainty, have I gained wisdom? I have, certainly, gained humility.
In watching a world so uncertain, I have gained responsibility. And my responsibility is to forgive, to love and to know what can’t be proven to the certain.
*Here shorthand for “Klezmer-loving, Tree-hugging Zen Sufi Taoist in Christ”