Sometimes you think you know yourself. And then a single act, or series of events happen, and you discover new boundaries you never knew existed within your own being. Some people thrive exploring this existential 'zone' of their lives, while others aren't comfortable enough to even acknowledge it. I feel like for the past few years I have been bouncing between these two worlds. I've been struggling with a dull existence in south Florida, a place that, for the most part, I despise...while at the same time traveling to and exploring everywhere my budget will allow me, so as to open my mind and heart up to new things. There are days that I feel complacent, looking back at the 7 days of the week that have past, and scolding myself for the opportunities that have escaped me. Then there are days that I feel invigorated at the new experiences I've had, the people I've met, or the moments I relish on the calendar that lie ahead of me. What I've come to learn and understand is...the more you know...the more you don't know.
Sometimes you think you know a person. Whether it be a friend or a lover, they are that one person whom you trust with your thoughts, feelings and emotions. At some point, your walls or barriers crumble down and you expose all your vulnerabilities to them. They have the power, whether it be through words or actions, to cut you to your core. There are others that, while you may not have considered them closest to you, prove to be the people that have your best interests at heart. What I've come to learn and understand is...the more you think you know someone...the more you don't know them.
I'm happy to have experienced moments of reckoning this past week. It has made clearer all that I thought I knew...and all that I have to learn.