Simple truths can be measured.
Complex truths (at least for our minds at our current level of understanding and ability) can only be perceived.
Perception is probably usually correct but you will never be certain.
If I only trust truths I can be certain of, I will be cut off from the benefits of perceiving complex truths.
Love, empathy, connection, and existential truth exist in the world of uncertain perceived truths.
I can be secure but alone in a small space or insecure but possibly connected in a large space.
And it hinges on courage.
I think the small space holds nothing of value to justify the difficulties and traumas I have had in my life.
The choice of closing down my perception to only the smallest measurable things looks like choosing not death but the closest thing to it.
The terrors and loneliness that stomp around my heart can't be faced with the small tools created from a small space.
They mock me from outside the borders of that small land seeing that my weapons can do nothing to them.
They goad me to stay and whittle away while they admire their teeth.
There is no beating them coming from a place of certainty.
My choice is between certain failure and possible victory.
It is almost no choice at all.
Only fear says I should stay.
I put my foot outside the border and hand on my heart.
I am coming home.