How come the more we learn, the more we realize how little we know?
I had expectations that once I reached a certain age I would have confidence in my beliefs, that the blurry edges of all the things I didn’t understand would be better defined and most of my doubts would disappear. I figured with age maturity would settle in and the ground beneath my feet would be firmer than the quicksand I had to navigate through just to survive each day.
Half my life is gone and waiting for that day seems like a fools errand. I suppose we could say that by simply accepting life as is, we’re displaying maturity. Still, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with hoping for certainty as long as we don’t expect it.
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