What possibilities wait just beyond our certainty?

“We often start with the end already in mind, instead of living in the space of what actually belongs to each of us.”

— Dark & Stormy

I wrote that line while thinking about how many ways there are to arrive at a single truth.

We act like the world is binary, like there’s one correct path and somehow we’re already on it.

But most of the time, there are dozens of possibilities—equally human, equally valid—and we cling to our own simply because it feels familiar.

I wasn’t afraid when I wrote it.

Just… in awe.

At how quickly we shrink the world into something smaller, darker, and stormier than it needs to be. At how easily we decide the meaning before we’ve listened long enough to know what’s actually being offered.

You see it everywhere:

at work, in the news, in casual conversations—

people talking with the end in mind,

not making room for what someone else might offer,

not recognizing that solutions rarely belong to one person alone.

Certainty might be the most confident liar we know.

And I wish I were immune, but I, too, enjoy a nicely prepackaged conclusion.

When I read this line now, it reminds me that the universe has to hold all of us—

all our attempts, our mistakes, our ways of seeing.

None of us were meant to know the whole story alone.

We’re just trying—

hopefully with more space

for what actually belongs to each of us.