We face a crossroads in life, it is what is it we're going to be like. This happens almost everyday, but we can picture it like a timeline of life. Specifically we can hone in on the period of puberty as a time we were uncertain with ourselves and our goals. It was a time in which we doubted things that were told to us, it was when we didn't have a framework in place of what we called reality. The issue is that this problem didn't magically go away. It only feels as though it did, because we gained more information. We wanted to be seen as smart in our eyes, we wanted answers. It is far from the full picture, though, this is just the surface of the surface of the surface of the insurmountable amount of data and knowledge we could possibly possess. Yet, when we are challenged, our minds will not form to append this new idea of what we've just learned, it will instead fight it off until we have no choice but to accept it. This happens in war, this happens in the mind,
I write short stories and poetry sometimes. I deconstruct writing standards.