I once knew a man

He was much older and wiser than I was

He didn't talk much

But I adored the silence

And when he spoke words they were more meaningful than mine

But again

He didn't talk much

It wasn't long before we lost him when he said it

He took a breath and looked at me

"Young man, remember.

Never wait around for uncertainty

But never dare to be certain"

He once said to me

I have never once been certain of what it meant

It stuck with me

Everytime I was in that park

I sat on the bench

I heard the birds sing

Certainty, what is certainty?

I tried to pinpoint it for myself

I made theories in my head what it could've meant

Was it truth

Was it the conviction of being right

And than I'd look to his brother

Uncertainty

What is it? 

It is doubt

Or is faith in something impossible

I grappled with it

I ignored it

I worked on it and put it back down

I ripped it apart

I theorised

If I could ask you one question I would've asked 

Why? 

Simply why. 

No more no less

He would answer in his cryptic way 

But I would understand

Or I wouldn't 

But I would know why

And now here on this bench I know 

I was never meant to be certain of this uncertain answer

I was meant to understand the misunderstanding

I am certain I understand the uncertainty

Or am I?