The unknown and the infinete possibilities

On enquiring what she was doing,a friend of mine said she just started reading a Sidney Sheldon.She then philosophically commented , "Life is like a Sidney Sheldon novel,filled with suspense.You have no idea what's on the next page,until you actually read it.People could make wild guesses,based on their experience reading other works of the author.But,you could never exactly conjecture what and how the lines would reveal the suspense"

But, is it not the suspense that makes the life interesting? Is it not the unknown that makes it worth knowing? Is it not because of the uncertain tomorrow that we all have hopes? And does it not make life wonderful,with its infinite, beautiful possibilities.