I’m learning
to find solace in things I don’t understand.
Starting to think
that not everything is meant to be understood.
Some shit just is,
while some isn’t.
Some will never be.
My understanding of the world changes,
as the world changes me.
The world is ever changing.
We keep living.
Understanding the world is not a prerequisite for life .
Some seek to be understood.
Some seek to be right.
I think about the day
when we will just seek to be.
Nice!
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