Every time I think I’ve got it all figured out,
A piece of my surety shrivels to doubt.
Not talking about meaning or purpose or God
But there’s more to my paradigm I’ve discovered is flawed
There were so many things that I swore that I’d mastered
Now, I’m just an unstable wheel with no caster.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still fairly confident.
Just been forced to reexamine my level of competence.
But I’ve given it some thought, and if I’m not mistaken
It’s actually GOOD to be rudely awakened.
‘Cuz to live is to struggle, and to struggle is to grow
See, I’ve come so far, but GOT SO FAR TO GO!
PS: I’ve been posting waaaaaay too many pictures of myself lately. Don’t worry, I’ll stop soon.