A few years ago my daughter, Penelope, was very devoted to playing a version of 20 questions that involved her thinking of an animal while we’d as questions about its qualities until we guessed correctly.
While packed uncomfortably in a our Prius, driving friends to the airport, she was on a roll with running the game. She was thinking of her animal, and we sardines were guessing.
Our uncomfortability in the tight car motivated us to increase our accuracy in guessing, which for Penelope meant we weren’t playing correctly. For her, we weren’t prolonging the fun of asking questions. We were throwing out answers are answers like starts at a board, “Stork!” “Blue heron!” “Flamingo!”
But she refused to accept our answers and asserted “More Questions! Less Answers!”
We howled at her unwitting declaration of the familiar existential conundrum. It seems like the older we got, despite being certain of so many things in life, there was even more questions that felt unknown - like a whirling sea of 20,000 questions!
You may know that I am super impatient and stubborn. When I am swimming in that ocean of questions, I feel like shouting at the universe “More answers and less questions!”
And while I am certain that we need a “certain” amount of certainty to feel safe and secure in homes with food, to have healthcare, to feel loved, to be able to love freely etc., I am also certain that we can live with a lot of uncertainty. We can accept the existence of and omnipresence of uncertainty, and maybe, we can even learn to delight in them.
If there weren’t uncertainties, then everything would be predetermined. Questions are opportunities. They are potentials. They are curiosities, and they don’t have to be feared if we choose not to respond to them in fear.
So, I’ve figured a few more of my existential questions out, but I think I’ve also grown much more comfortable in living with uncertainty. Well, back to the game,
“Is it a cow? A flamingo? An elephant? A rhino? A stink bug?
The Universe shrugs, “More Questions!”
“Does it fly? Does it like the smell of rain? Does it sleep in on the weekends? What’s its favorite moon phase? Does it shed its skin??? . . .”
Anna Lentz, artist, writer, and creativity coach who blogs about making a creative life connected with nature at Spring Bird.