We lie here feeling a lot of uncertainty.
Maybe somewhere in between happiness and sadness?
I guess with feeling uncertain, you're only certain with indifference.
Like you can't decide if blueberry pancakes tastes good because of your sensory receptors
or because you've been conditioned to like them.
Or when we walk under a gentle drizzle of rain,
are we supposed to feel blessed or upset?
As humans we have 100 billion neurons,
yet we are still so uncertain about the simplest things.
If indecision is a decision,
then maybe uncertainty is being comfortable with blueberry pancakes
under a gentle drizzle of rain.