What Is It That I’m Trying to Say?

Honestly, I don’t even know. It seems that the older I become, the less I understand.

Pero, like, why?

At first I was convinced I was doing life significantly wrong. That my perspective was askew.

Which I think is true, only not how I thought.

You see, I figured I should be more emotionally mature. That having 30+ years of life under my belt should make be better qualified to ‘relationship.’ Yet I still stumble on some of the same things I did in my 20s, maybe even teens.

Despite that, though, It makes sense that I understand less than I did previously—and thank God for that.

In my teens and early twenties, I’d never left the country. I knew what I knew, which wasn’t much. I basically lived in a bubble on only heard (or perhaps not?) about the places I’d travelled to now.

So, it’s only befitting that I know less. I’m still looking at the world through ‘fresh’ eyes, which is refreshing. It feels as if I know less because my world has expanded significantly. I know more viewpoints, more languages, more nuanced approaches to seemingly everything.

With each waking day I pulse with more anticipation to devour what this world has to offer. This is glorious. In some ways I hope I never find what exactly it is I’m trying to say because perhaps that would mean I’ve outgrown my bubble once again.

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