We’re lying in bed, having finally agreed on the impossibility of pursuing a long-distance relationship. My head gets it, but my heart is taking a moment longer to catch up, and he can tell. You want certainty, he tells me. And you don’t? I reply. Of course in an ideal world, but that’s life. Then he goes on to quote Voltaire, the way only a well-read, would-be-long-distance-lover could: “Uncertainty is an uncomfortable position. But certainty is an absurd one.” There is no amount of information, no plan, no step, no question that offers complete certainty. That’s the absurdity of it—all we are doing in our pursuit to eliminate uncertainty is making ourselves more hesitant, confused and anxious. Letting things unfold is about becoming comfortable with uncertainty.