Nice people whom you meet on the way: Kacie

☼Ambiguity is a gift, a stranger recently told me. The world tells you to avoid the path of unclarity, but why not choose to celebrate it instead?

He must not know that he’s talking to someone who thrives off of ambiguity, I thought. To an addict of last minute, whimsical decisions. However, until today, at least part of the future stood secure. It was merely the in-between moments where I crafted plans to take myself by surprise. Today, I see no concrete, only clouds that are easily broken through. One month, six months, two years from now, I am not sure about one single thing. Of course, options are plentiful, but settling is far worse than standing in the middle of fog. Excitement, impatience, and anxiety birth butterflies in my stomach as I attempt, for the first time, to wait. What’s the right or the wrong, the responsible or reckless. What is justified by youth, and when is it time to settle down. If ambiguity is a gift, l would love to give some of it away.