I sit and wait
And in that waiting
An idea begins to form…
It’s not clear what it is yet.
But that’s okay.
I don’t have a problem with not knowing.
I could tell you things.
I could tell you things I’m sure about.
But really,
Who wants that?
Well, some do.
I’ve seen it.
THEY get muddled up
And unsure
In this space of not knowing.
Certainty feels safe.
To THEM.
But at what cost?
If I tell you something.
And you believe I know what I’m talking about.
Where’s your own discovery?
What if I’m wrong?
Or worse yet, lying or pretending.
Like I know EVERYTHING.
I don’t. No one does.
So not knowing is fine by me.
Because at the ripe old age of 56,
I’ve learned that what I do know
Has been explored,
put down,
moved around,
and
looked at from multiple angles.
And even then, someone can come along,
Say something I hadn’t noticed,
and off I go again.
Why is that?
Do you know?
I don’t.
And that’s okay too.
Great reflections Julia and yes the not knowing - albeit it sometimes seems scary - it does have such potential and for me it is often where I find real tteasures.