There was once a man named Nishchit who lived in perpetual anxiety. Every day, as he awoke, he would plan his day in great detail. And every day, some unexpected development would upset his plans. No matter how meticulously he planned, he just couldn’t eliminate the uncertainty.
One day, Nishchit’s anxiety reached epic proportions and he couldn’t take it any longer. So he decided to undertake a rigorous tapasyā [penance], in order to invoke God and ask for a favour. To his delight, he succeeded and God appeared before him, and granted him a wish.
Nishchit said, “O Lord, please grant me 100 per cent certainty for as long as I live.”
“Are you sure?” said God, “Do you understand what you’re asking for?”
“Yes!” said Nishchit.
“Very well then, tathaastu [So be it]”, declared the Lord, before departing.
Nishchit was overjoyed. “Wow!” he thought, “I can finally live without anxiety. My life is now free of all risk—no more unpleasant or unwanted surprises.”
Wish or curse?
Hardly a week went by when Nishchit began to have doubts about his newfound boon.
Ever since God had granted him his wish, his life became thoroughly predictable. Every day he awoke knowing how his day will proceed and how it will end. He now knew exactly how everything will unfold, day after day, month after month, year after year.
Granted, there were no risks; but there was no excitement either. His life became dreary and tiring—a heavy burden that he would have to carry forever. It was as if he was watching a movie for the first time, but knew beforehand every scene and every dialogue, even the climax and the end.
Nishchit had stopped enjoying his life altogether and started longing for the wonder that unpredictability brought. “What is the point of living such a life?”, he thought. He finally understood that what he had asked for was not a boon but a curse.
We love comfort zones
In differing degrees, the story above is our story. Uncertainty terrifies us. We love comfort zones—where everything is under our control [or at least we believe it is]. We make elaborate plans to de-risk our lives as much as possible. We even go to astrologers to predict and “remedy” our future. Such is our dislike for uncertainty that we often pass off great opportunities in fear of a doubtful outcome. [Also read No fault in our stars]
Seen from this perspective, we are control freaks, trying to hold sway over outcomes and events in the future. We are always trying our best to eliminate uncertainty from our lives, all the time aware that it’s impossible to do so.
But uncertainty is the greatest gift of life. It is what brings meaning to our existence. In other words, if everything was certain, life would lose its meaning — like it happened for our hero Nishchit above.
Uncertainty is a given
The word ‘chance’ can mean either risk or opportunity. Life is a chance. Its beauty and potential lie in its unpredictability. No matter how much we plan, an element of unpredictability will always be there.
So, does that mean we should never plan? Of course not! There’s merit in planning. But when we expect our plans to get rid of all uncertainty, we’re going against life itself. Besides, our anxiety comes not from the uncertainty itself but from our insistence that there be no uncertainty.
Once we accept uncertainty as a given, all anxiety drops away and the texture of life becomes richer. Every day we awaken not knowing what life will bring to us and revel in that mystery. Sometimes it will be pleasant, and sometimes not. Some days our plans will work, some days they won’t. But that’s what makes life so rich—and makes it meaningful.
I’ll end with what Buddhist Nun Pema Chödrön‘s said, “Looking deeper, we could say that the real cause of suffering is not being able to tolerate uncertainty—and thinking that it’s perfectly sane, perfectly normal, to deny the fundamental groundlessness of being human.”
Last Updated on: 19 November 2018
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