I live in a world where everything changes—but somehow, nothing ever seems to change. The moon still melts into the morning mist. Potatoes still grow up, not down. Even the wind blows the same way it did yesterday.
And sometimes, the thought creeps in:
“What if I’ve already figured it all out?”
Then I remember that yesterday I spent a solid minute looking for something in the fridge that was literally right in front of me. And that I still mix up the days of the week if I don’t double-check the calendar.
So I start doubting.
Not the world. Myself.
Maybe my “reality” isn’t what is—but what I’ve just gotten used to seeing. And if I look differently, maybe it’ll become something else entirely?
I don’t have the answer. Honestly, I’m not sure there is one. Just the process. An endless loop of “but what if…”
That’s why I’m here. Not to teach. Not to save. Just to look, wonder, and occasionally laugh at how we’re all put together.
Welcome to my side of the field.
Hope we’ll have something to talk about.