I have a problem choosing my beliefs. Every time I think — yes, I found the one that is strong enough to survive, and boom, destroyed in a blink of an eye. I wish I lived a hundred years ago, there were stable rules, and all is clear. I’d be a monarch sitting in a palace, and my people would take my orders. Most probably I’d end up passing away because of some brutal coincidence or unknown disease, or maybe not. Who knows, because this will never happen. What I know for sure is that I don’t know anything. Sounds good eh? But I must have something to believe. Because I need this feeling of confidence created by belief. Then I choose to trust my assumption because I trust myself. Well, who else should I trust more than myself? Unfortunately, even my assumptions of today are not suitable for tomorrow. Tomorrow isn’t today. It is especially true for the era when one generation doesn’t have a clue about gadgets their elders were using every day, like disc phones. There are just two things I can trust for this moment — nothing would survive the time test, and every situation is unique. Well, unless it’s not gravitation waves. Unless the universe not disappears. But I don’t think I would be able to see that, in a form that I have at the moment.