Why do I do this?

I enjoy talking to other humans. Figuring them out. Putting words to the things we feel but rarely process or even talk about it.

I observe.

I write.

I read.

I question.

Myself – and sometimes others.

I find that it gives me clarity.

But sometimes, it leads to more questions. Because when we are dealing with humans, things can get complex.

Complicated.

Messy.

Difficult.

But it is fascinating.

Watching us all scramble for answers, grapple with contradictions, pretend not to see what is before our very eyes.

Because the truth is uncomfortable.

I have accepted a few uncomfortable truths that have brought me a kind of peace I didn’t expect. And so in a way, I’m seeking it out more of what is on the other side.

I am paying attention.

To the lies we tell ourselves.

How we stand in our own way.

How we set standards we cannot meet and how we excuse ourselves anyway.

How we say one thing and do another.

How we continue to repeat patterns we say we hate.

How we deny the bad in ourselves, but see it in everyone else.

Why do I care about this? I am not exactly sure, to be honest. I just know I can’t stop questioning things. So, why not find other curious souls? Why not put these questions out into the world and see if someone somewhere has an answer?

My reason is simple.

I seek to understand the world. You see, the world is full of people and I cannot understand the world if I cannot understand its people. And so…

this is the journey.