You say you want peace.
But what you really want…
is control.
You crave predictability.
You worship the routine.
You try to calculate every outcome
like life is a spreadsheet
instead of a storm.
You’re not calm.
You’re controlled.
Big difference.
You don’t feel safe.
You feel in charge.
And the moment you’re not?
Panic.
Doubt.
Spiral.
Because you’ve built your identity
on knowing.
But here’s the truth—
Knowing is a drug.
Certainty is a cage.
And the more you chase it,
the less alive you actually are.
You don’t take risks.
You study them to death.
You don’t leap.
You build a PowerPoint about why you should.
Then you call that “wisdom.”
It’s not.
It’s fear with good grammar.
Certainty is just anxiety
with a clean haircut.
You’re not thriving.
You’re micromanaging the chaos
so it doesn’t touch your skin.
And here’s the kicker:
The best shit in your life?
The real love,
the sharp growth,
the version of you that could actually breathe—
It lives
right past the place
you’ve been too scared to lose control in.
Certainty won’t save you.
It’s what’s burying you.
