2021-05-11T12:19:42-07:00May 9th, 2021|Musings on life|

The myth of growing up

I used to think growing up
was like filling up.
An invisible line inside my brain
climbing higher and higher
as I poured knowledge in,
and eventually it would hit the top,
marking the summit of my youth.

I would then be able
to tackle all problems
with the contents inside me,
like a well-stocked shed.

How lucky that I met with
the generous whispers
of those few adults who dared
to explain that there is no finish line.

Only a few important gates along the way,
like the moment you realize
you have the courage
to admit what you don’t know
and the discernment
to know where to look.

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