i know more than i knew before
Sometimes, all the threads of your life just come together. There's not a loose end to be seen, because every strand lies smooth and flat, occupying its own perfect space in a tightly woven tapestry, over and under and over and under its neighbours, unfurling before you, a perfectly planned, almost preordained pattern.
And sometimes, all the threads of your life snarl up into one big, untangleable ball. There are loose ends everywhere, but not a one worth pulling on. The nitpicker in you may be desperate to tease them apart, but they're stubborn. There's no admitting light or air to that mess, no sir; it's like necklaces snarled at the bottom of the jewellery box or the worst rat's nest at the back of a four-year-old's head. There's simply no way out, no way in, and no discernible order to the mess.
It feels like I've been staring at the same set of problems for the past four years. I thought I was smart enough to work them out, but every move I made seemed to roll them up just that much tighter. It was a Gordian knot, and now I know better than to try to untie it: just bring me my sword. It's time to cut the whole damn thing in half.
And sometimes, all the threads of your life snarl up into one big, untangleable ball. There are loose ends everywhere, but not a one worth pulling on. The nitpicker in you may be desperate to tease them apart, but they're stubborn. There's no admitting light or air to that mess, no sir; it's like necklaces snarled at the bottom of the jewellery box or the worst rat's nest at the back of a four-year-old's head. There's simply no way out, no way in, and no discernible order to the mess.
It feels like I've been staring at the same set of problems for the past four years. I thought I was smart enough to work them out, but every move I made seemed to roll them up just that much tighter. It was a Gordian knot, and now I know better than to try to untie it: just bring me my sword. It's time to cut the whole damn thing in half.