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Me knowing, knowing that the world is knowing more than myself. Thinking is what got me here, to this place I don't recognize and thinking is this where I belong.
Unsure of words, the right words to express a thought or emotion or whatever the hell one is supposed to express. Declaring something in these words unsure. Feeling unsure.
Seems everyone is looking to me for some answers, some purpose still unsure. Regretting who I am and who I might someday be. But no time for regrets, there is only time for now. For feeling and seeing what may come or if the world will tell me where I am supposed to go.
Traveling this earth searching for peace. But peace is something hard to define. Like sunshine or the sky. Defining things. What people think they have to do in order to understand something. Like understanding will give them purpose or meaning. That thing we can't define. That thing every one is striving for.
In the end, it is knowing what we don't know. Knowing what we can't be that gives us definition. Limitation. Defining only sets the boundary in which we box ourselves in. Shackling us to some persona. Holding us back from what we might be. Limitation. Fancy way of saying tough shit. The world isn't our fucking oyster. Just a giant ocean ready to swallow us up. Swaying and groaning. Cleansing itself of the dirt we all beat up traveling this earth. Flapping our wings looking to find who we are.