Uncertainty

I am not absolutely sure, and I will never be, but still I feel like saying things about the things I know. Somehow the feelings I feel give me a kind of certainty that I should talk, that I should share them and use them to instigate something. I have never received feedback, but I continue doing this. It is like if I am train to do it even if I am not getting the reinforcement. I dunno what I am talking about, but I feel like continue talking.

I want to write about writing a blog post trigger by the deep wish of writing words that connect to something. Amazing writers have already explore that, they have publish books and win prizes. So I am not trying to be one of them, I just blog. No books. No prizes. I am not a new Salvador Elizondo. That's impossible.

The things is that many times I am uncertain about what I think I write about. I write about love and my love doesn't react. I write about politics and activists don't react. I write about writing and I get confused. I ask myself "why do I want someone to react?" and then I think "isn't that the reason why we write? to make someone react?" Well, it all depends. And I will not through here a revolutionary theory... I think the french have done a great job explaining us things in regards to writing, authorship, revolutions and kisses.

So I decide to write an ode to uncertainty.

thank you for coming, staying and guiding my life
you have show me not to walk, not to run, not to crawl
with you I can see the future as the present
  I can teach and learn that nothing is everything
  and that the only law that exists is Nature

uncertainty, my friend, stay forever
and forever I will stay
with open heart to face that things I thought I knew
are not anymore
and that things I did not know are again.