It seems i might need a new style of thinking. This one's getting worn down and faded.
My gift is my desire to know. Only sometimes, questions and answers and stray thoughts get all mixed up in my head and it feels hopeless to sort them out and place them in their precise spot in line. I ask questions that you might think
I should already know by now.
Maybe I should.
But I don't.
Then my curiosity, my first and simpliest reaction, seems more like a penalty. I am not satisfied with my opinions and i am hardly content with my knowledge.
My "gift" is no more than a willing confession of ignorance.
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