By tikatarot on Skatehive
I’ve entered rooms already knowing what I’d find, the certainty I felt was like wisdom being invited by the version of myself who arrived at the door with the answer already written, I’ve entered rooms already knowing what I’d find, but I kept missing the actual thing —different from my prediction and altering something significant if I had allowed myself to see it, I’ve entered rooms already knowing what I’d find, I have been meeting life halfway and calling it understanding, when in truth I had already chosen what I was willing to see, Did I allow that mistake to undermine my certainty, or did I explain it away before it had the opportunity to challenge anything I had relied on I’ve entered rooms already knowing what I’d find, but I am starting to count the things I missed while I was busy being right about what I expected before I even crossed the threshold... There is a hidden certainty I carry that does not announce itself, but arrives in the form of confidence that feels like a v