" Nothing, Something, Everything… "

When I was born (and for some time afterwards) I knew almost nothing. (At least that’s what they tell me!)
Nothing about nothing.
I even didn’t know that I knew nothing.

Then one day I asked myself, “who is this lady who rushes to me whenever I cry?”. You know, it was kind of nice having her around, considering all she did form me, and the gentle touch and everything. But you can’t trust just anyone these days, can you? I mean, look at the newspapers. There are creepy things going on in abundance everywhere. You might say, “Come on man! She was your mother!”. Maybe you are right, but then again; you never know. So you understand why I had to ID her, don’t you?

Any way, to cut the long story short;
My first question had occurred to me:
“Who is this lady? Is she OK?”
Answer: “She is OK. She is your mother.”

Then another day I wondered how I could keep her with me without having to cry all the time.
You see, my voice went hoarse from crying all the time. And sometimes you are in too good a mood to be crying. So why do you have to spoil the high spirits of the moment on, say, a bottle of lukewarm milk. Those bigger ones seemed to be getting along quite well without making half the noise. So there had to be some other way. Easier, quieter, less energy-taking and to the best interests of all. What would that be?

And so;
I had come across my first problem:
“ How can I manage to get things done without taking it to the soprano?”
Solution: “Learn to talk.”

Then there came another question.
And another problem.
And another.
And another.

I had questions and I looked for proper answers.
I had problems and I sought suitable solutions.

So, I started to learn.
And I learned fast.
So fast that soon (or soon enough) I came to a point where I thought I knew everything.
Everything about everything.
I had an answer for every possible question.
I had a solution for every probable problem.

So what with this precious load of knowledge and wisdom?
I had to do something about it.
I had to do something about me.

It was show time. (Or more exactly show-off time.)
It was the time to prove myself higher and better than anyone else.
I saw no reason to listen to what others had to say, for I thought I knew better.
And when I did listen, it was only to answer back. To prove the other party wrong. To win the debate.
I (thought I) was at the top.

But the days of happiness (and ignorance?) didn’t last long.
When I put my ideas to work;
Sometimes my answers were proved wrong, while other guys had the right answer.
And my solutions failed to work, while other solutions worked flawlessly.

It was then that I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe everything wasn’t as easy and all-clear as I thought it to be.
If I was wrong about something once, it could mean that I could be wrong again.

So, once again I started to listen.
This time not to argue. But to learn.

And here I am now.
At the beginning of an all new path.
Aware that I only know something about something.

Very few things are certain now.
And one of the most absolute certainties (besides death and taxes) is The Rule of UNCERTAINTY itself.