Fear of Uncertainty
– Noor us Sahar
Humans have always had a tendency to create art that portrays positivity. We watch movies with happy endings more than tragedies, labeling them as too burdensome to watch.Yet some way or the other, in every ten films we watch, one of them does have an either tragic or open-ended conclusion, leaving the person’s imagination to itself to draw conclusions. Perhaps that is why we prefer stories that end happily, because life, as uncertain as it is, gives no guarantee that your own story will end similarly. And perhaps that, too is the reason that the stories with tragic or open-ended conclusions stick with us the most.
We mourn the death of characters, purely fictional. We imagine a happier circumstance in which everything magically falls into place. And when that fails to be the case, we are painfully reminded of our own lives and how some tragedies happen unexpectedly, with no prior explanations and that we spend a lifetime thinking about; things that never should have happened. But what prevailed, what endured in the end, as I quote Jhumpa Lahiri. The thought seems terrifying, yet life as we know it, will have some of these happenings in store for us. And these stories give us hope. Hope beyond hope, that what might prevail in the end might work out in our favour. We spend countless thoughts, praying, worrying. Asking God that please, take anything away from us but not those things we love. And then we are so caught up in our human noise, in everything we do, that we try to forget the inevitable.
Many people say that they would like to know about the exact day they die, the exact time. Yet if that would really be the case we would carry around an additional burden to the weight of living; the weight of expiring. Coming back to the movies, we would still rather enjoy those that reinforce our false sense of security, because after all. What makes us more human than living in the moment without the fear of consequences? We like to think that a part of us will always live on in this world, through the people we loved, through the deeds we did. Through the earth that bore our footprints and the biological debris we shall leave behind in carbon. We shall live on through our genetic encoding, that will be passed on through generations and while no other version of us shall ever come into earthly existence again, our souls shall forever wander and perhaps seek what they have been searching for, ever since their creation. Not unlike motion pictures with an open-ended conclusion.