One Apple A Day #1079
I am confused.
Not just now.
Most of the time.
The more I read, write, learn, live, share, travel, experience, reflect, the less sure I am about everything.
When I was younger, I thought that with age would also come wisdom. The adults around me seemed to have the answers, always to know what was right. So growing up, I waited for the moment when I would have that clarity too and know all the answers.
I'm getting closer to my fifties, and I begin to think that I may never get there. Maybe my parents weren't there too. It was just the perception of a young boy looking for clues about life. And this awareness makes me love them even more because it's tough to act as if you know when inside you are just confused.
Many speak with certainty on all sorts of media. And a part of me is envious because it looks like they know the truth while I am still confused. But I wonder if it's just a way to hide from their own confusion.
Because, I'll be honest, not knowing can be scary.
Yet, my confusion is probably the only certainty I have.