The Necessity of Doubt

I’ve been using Instagram a lot these last couple of days. A constant, incessant, punishing whip that pushes trash through my unwilling mouth every 10 minutes or so. It’s disgusting.

I woke up rather pessimistic about the internet, there is just too much about everything here. So much information that we cannot simply think, and when we think, we become scared about our thoughts. Doubt, for example, can creep in, and make you wonder about all of your life choices. Doubts about the life you are choosing to live, doubts about your ability to change anything, general doubt about everything.

We hate living in doubt, we would rather have some answers, and Google knows it, in fact, that is his entire business model, to answer our questions. It is marvelous, don’t get me wrong, I love being able to know whether it is better to eat protein or carbs before going to sleep. I also like to know what are the best steps to take when I want to climb a mountain such as Aconcagua in Argentina. It is truly fantastic.

But is also numbing.

We go to our phones and the computer and the incessant entertainment just to be able to step away from our questions without answers. Away from questions that Google and Instagram have no accurate answer to because they can only be answered by you.