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Uncertainty is probably the one driving force of fear in today's fast paced world. You look around and you notice how so many lives are seemingly planned out. Then you stare at yours, all desolated, as you wonder what lays ahead. I guess everyone reaches this stage at some point of time in their lives. It's less about what lays beyond the clouds and more about what you've got now. If you dissect any life, you'll understand that greatness came out of facing uncertainty. It is probably that very demeanor that gives life a shade of it's own. The human species is gifted with a sense of outward thinking. When you look closer, you realize that it's those moments filled with suspense that give us meaning to take the next step. Imagine this ideal life, where everything you'll ever be is handed over to you before hand. You know when every tiny act will take place in this grand drama that is your life. The worst part being, you know precisely when it will end. Would you really like that? Would anyone really like that? Would the human race be able to move forward considering this reality? I doubt so. It is probably this uncertain nature of what lays ahead that fills the human mind with ideas and dreams. It is what allows us to stop and taste freedom. It is what allows us to gaze at the stars and wonder about the grand design. What's the fun in life when imagination is confined to what is already predefined? Maybe, uncertainty is for the better. 

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