By tikatarot on Skatehive
I question my certainty, I can feel how quickly I rush toward conclusions just to feel anchored that could have changed everything if I had stayed a little longer, I question my certainty, I notice how I assign meaning too early because the space of not knowing feels like standing unstable than admit I am still searching, I question my certainty, I confess there is a part of me that prefers being confident over being correct even if it leads me somewhere I did not fully understand, I question my certainty, am I deciding too quickly just to avoid sitting in uncertainty, I question my certainty, I slow myself down long enough to notice what I refused to see… I notice my assumptions, I see how often I fill silence with vague assumptions that are built from past versions that no longer exist in the same way, I notice my assumptions, I notice how easily I reuse old interpretations asking for a different kind of attention, I notice my assumptions, I admit I approach people and situations wit