The more you learn, the less you know.
I can't tell you how many times I've heard this.
But really, when will I actually crack that shell? When will I finally get a taste of knowing?
The older I get, the more I see how stupid I am. And somehow, that hurts in a good way.
It doesn't make me want to fight or deny the fact that I don't know much about the world. However, it does make me want to reach out, jump off the cliff, and dive deep to find out how much I've been missing out.
Working at the coffee shop really helps. I get to talk to so many smart and intelligent people who I would never meet in the conservatory, or in church, or on my commute. They talk about music, movies, authors, creatures, philosophies, places--about the many things that I've never heard of.
A cave woman being introduced to the new world. Lately, I've been feeling more and more like a cave woman who just had her cave broken into pieces. Now, she must commune with the rest of the world. And find out how she functions without her safe cave.
Could it be that I'm growing up? Or is globalization catching up to me? The world seems smaller by day. The obvious is becoming too obvious. So much so that I'm seeing the many details that I've missed on my first glance.
This is good. And I'm very thankful for it.
