I used to think I had a general idea of how to go at life. I mean, you never feel like you have it totally under control, but you more or less have a routine and philosophy of sorts. Maybe you even have some prideful (intentionally or not), subconscious considerations about “how things are supposed to go.” But now, lately, I don’t know. There are still definite truths that anchor me, and thank goodness, but there’s also more flexibility and forgiveness within those truths. I feel inclined to say less. To judge zero. To look my fellow humans in the eye in passing and say, “Hey. You’re here and I’m here and we’re still going at it. GO, US.” And that’s all.
