Unknown unknowns

With all the unknown unknowns, and all the unknowns you thought were known, I seem to know that I have no clue what's truly true. But I can and do know that I have love in my heart. As long as I can have that, I know that life's okay. I can justify existence on that grounds. I don't know if that's all there is to being happy, but it's the one thing I can point to when I just wanna give up. It's the one comfort when I feel so confused by all the craziness of the world. Not knowing why anything is happening, not knowing which of the million crazy ideas that explains the different mysteries of this world might actually be true, not knowing even if what I perceive is truly reality.

I think, therefore I am. I love, therefore, I can be. Screw all the rest.