Yeah, I said it.

If life were predictable, is it worth living?
If we could see what will happen tomorrow today, where is the need of a tomorrow?
If life were a bed of roses, where is the need of grit and character?
If we could get whatever we want, where is the fun in wanting?
If we could decide what other people think and do, what is the point in their existence?

If there were no boredom, would we find so much enjoyment in fun?
If there were no such feeling as loneliness, would there ever be love?
If everybody in the world were intelligent, would our hearts ever be pure?
If our choices were based on only knowledge and experience (present and past) alone, would we be any different from what computers make?
Isn't there something more to all of it?
Something which makes it all worth it?
Something that makes us really human?

Uncertainty....
Unpredictability...
Uncontrollability...
Unreliability...

It keeps us on our toes... makes us more conscious... and thus more alive.
It brings the thrill in waiting to live the next second..
It instills the curiosity to know more than we do...
It gives the urge to achieve what we want through all odds...
It makes us appreciate fun, company and love...
It so often makes our hearts beat faster in anxiety..

The world is in chaos... finding wishful, orderly patterns (fairy tales) in it is neither worth it nor fun.