We age and,
with age comes knowledge.
And with knowledge comes
certainty.
But with certainty,
you find questions.
And with questions comes
fear, with which comes
panic and anxiety and
eventually
exhaustion.
Once exhaustion ends
you realize the panic wasn't worth
anything, and the anxiety was simply
the moment suspended
from here to there.
And the fear was silly because
your questions didn't need answers,
the un-knowable will always exist.
You realize
the questions you had
were found when you knew everything
you thought there was to know.
And as such,
as you age, you realize every moment farther old,
just how little you know, and just how little
you are.
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