Everyday when we turn on the TV or some "i-thingy", the outside world, the one with all the scary stuff, floods into our livingrooms, kitchens or into whatever space we may be in at the time. Ofcourse, we can switch it off and all the scary stuff disappears, well at least from view. Uncertainty bothers us humans, we don't like it; we want to control and be in charge. We want to be certain. So we tell ourselves that we know, that we are certain and for any gaps of uncertainty we may have, we "fill them in" with belief and/or faith or some such.
Yesterday that uncertain, scary world visited my local shoppingcentre. Among unsuspecting shoppers a man suddenly pulled out a gun from under his shirt and shot two people browsing in the Vodaphone shop. People scurried everywhere for safety, we ducked, we hid, we covered our children and we ran.We had become that news item that would be shown later on TV, or on some i-thingy. A wedge of uncertainty and fear was lodged into our assumptions of safety, but us humans are very adaptive creatures and like the Titanic slipped down into the dark icy waters, our feelings of uncertainty slips into the murky depths of the subconscious, and the surface again is perfectly still, bar a few ripples.
So, how many "ripples" can we cope with, or will we always be intolerant of uncertainty? Maybe its about the words we use, maybe its not so much about unsafe or safe, uncertainty or certainty, maybe its about all those spaces in between........and maybe its about feeling strong and content within ourselves so no matter where we are, we are always the same, safe and certain of the knowledge of who we are.
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