It has been 8 months and 25 days or so (unless my Maths fails me) since I last updated. Can't believe I let it rot for so long...my invisible pen. Was it a lack of inspiration or will? Hmmm got to figure that out.
Anyways, don't know why but this thought has been reeling through my brain for some time.
Have I gathered much wisdom over the years?
Sometimes I feel that the older I get, the lesser of things I know. I'm like a walking bundle of contradictions. Yes, I've gained confidence and yet my insecurities grow. I feel that I can go about in the world independently but yet feel that my knowledge of the world is still limited. I seem to have found a sense of calling in what I do and then at times, feel that I could cast everything away and live a semi-hermetic life.
When does 'figuring things out' end? Will it ever?
I just pray that even as I falter, I will live a good life while figuring it out.
