uncertainty makes life worth living

it's ironic that most of us would like all our desires to come true, even to the extent that we want to be able to control everything that happens to our lives.

would we really be happy if everything we want actually happens? that situation would be equivalent to perfect certainty -- if i want a raspberry cake now, i actually get a raspberry cake now.

let's examine this line of thought from a slightly different angle for a while.
ask yourself: would you enjoy reading a novel you've written yourself? would you be thrilled what would happen to a character when you can write what exactly would happen?

with perfect certainty, life would have no meaning. instead of a heaven that we think it would be, it will actually be a never ending hell, and a hell where we have full knowledge of what horrors would happen next.