During my morning session in the bathroom, “as usual” I came to a realization: I truly know nothing. Not a single thing, and my self-concept seems to have vanished. This isn’t about feeling lost; it’s more like I’ve stopped give the answer that much of importance. It’s as if being uncertain or sure about myself doesn’t bother me anymore. There’s a peculiar blend of clarity and assurance in not knowing exactly who I am, similar to acknowledging I’m a sailing ship at the sea, waiting for the wind to decide my course. So I am sure I am the ship, I just have to deal with the wind whenever it comes. 

The most surprising part was feeling completely at ease, a deep sense of comfort, as if I’ve reached my destination. Therefore, I feel the need to celebrate now.

I will call it, Celebrating the age of not knowing, which is a beautiful affirmation of life’s endless mysteries and possibilities. It marks a period of liberation from the restrictions of certainty, inviting us to explore the vast landscapes of curiosity and imagination. This age is a testament to the courage to question, to learn, and to embrace the unknown with open arms. It’s an invitation to rediscover the world with fresh eyes, to find joy in the journey of seeking rather than the destination. In celebrating this age, we honor the wisdom that comes not from having all the answers, but from the profound understanding that true growth lies in the questions we dare to ask.

Currently, I don’t see the need to engage in the game, nor do I feel forced to steer it towards my desired outcomes. I prefer to watch, observe, and learn. My participation seems irrelevant. It’s ironic to think back to my teenage years when I was so sure of everything and wanted badly to change the world.

Right now I am entering a new era. This era of not knowing has brought me the peace and freedom I’ve always sought.