I have a lot of questions, I don’t know where to begin. I have actually always had a lot of questions but I knew how to get those answers and now for the first time in my life, I don’t know anything about their origin and I don’t know why I have them or where I can find answers to them. So, what does that make me?
A lot has happened this year and I’m learning to deal with loss, incompetency and uninhibited emotions. It sounds petty but I was so contempt from life two years ago, I knew where I was headed, I knew what to do and now I’m just stuck in a rut trying to figure out how to make it through and I’ve never been someone whose ever put off work which is why it’s so difficult for me to comprehend what is happening to me without me allowing it. It’s a dark phase with absolute no clarity almost like I’m scrimmaging through a labyrinth of suffering with questions that I can’t answer.
If I have to get through this, I have to understand the art of un-learning and take a moment to learn again, this time it hits the brief and hopefully the answers lay hidden in this uncertainty of un-learning and re-learning.