“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
- Gilda Radner
For years I thought that ambiguity was the sole propriety of language. I considered a sentence, a passage, a poem, a story, anything with words that was unclear as ambiguous. And that's where ambiguity stopped. In 1989, Gilda Radner died of cancer and I discovered this quote. That's when the door opened on ambiguity for me.
Initially, I didn't like thinking of life as ambiguous. I wanted to know exactly what was going to happen, how exactly were things going to turn out. I didn't like waiting for outcomes and, instead, I determined that whatever way I wanted things to go was the way they were going to go. Big mistake.
More recently, I have made room on the bench of life for ambiguity. Ambiguity is going to push its way in anyway so I might as well make room for it. Specifically, this means that I don't assume to know exactly how things are going to turn out. It means that I can be curious about the outcome of some situation rather than decide that I am in charge of everything and that the universe will obey my demands.
Making room for ambiguity certainly does make life more interesting and, yes, entertaining.
|I know what I painted but do you know what I painted? Ambiguity in art!|