the door of uncertainty

seemingly undeniable certitude and conviction handle hinges slats panels lock and key maybe a cat flap for escape towards illusions a trap door of revolving gates sometimes we are framed by cemented beliefs of what remains perspective and opinion seeking for external validations we fail to search for what is inside stay on the threshold of immobility minds need lubricating agents rust prevention or sometimes a chisel to determine what certainty is a conundrum delusion of impermanence which steals happiness and adventure of open-minded investigation there are moments however when we can crawl out of a window or simply break through walls self-made incarceration is futile and the chains shackling us are the ones we crafted ourselves