The wisdom of not knowing

The wisdom of not knowing

Some mornings I wake with a question instead of an answer. 

No map. No arrival. Just the soft ache of not knowing.

I used to believe uncertainty meant I was lost, unprepared, behind, and failing.

I used to think clarity was the goal - that every path should unfold before me like a clean line.

But now I wonder if it’s something else entirely.

A threshold. A pause. A breath between what was and what will be. 

Uncertainty asks me to live without guarantees, to trust the next step before the entire path unfolds. It can feel like standing on the edge of something without knowing how far the drop is. 

There’s a kind of quiet honesty in not knowing. A moment where we’re not performing certainty or pretending to have a map. We’re simply here, breathing, listening for the next small signal. 

I wonder if there’s a quiet kind of wisdom that takes root in this in-between, where we’re waiting, unsure and not quite there yet. 

Maybe we don’t need all the answers. Maybe it’s enough to stay open, to let the questions shape us gently, instead of turning us to stone. Maybe we just need to stand here, quietly, in the middle of the maybe, and let that be enough, for now. 

If you’re there now—wandering, wondering, feeling a little undone—you’re not lost. You’re simply in the part of the story where the answers haven’t been spoken yet. And that’s okay. They will, in time. Or maybe they won’t, and you’ll learn to walk with questions like old companions.

@piri2025

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