It is a beautiful freedom to write, think, and feel, while not knowing what to write, think, or feel.
Sometimes the words with give birth to themselves. Sometimes the thoughts will find their way out of the cave on their own. Sometimes the feelings will burst through the surface naturally. That is why we cannot neglect creating and existing in the moments when we know so little. It is in these moments – of frustration, hopelessness, boredom, confusion, fear and cluelessness – that we often best find ourselves.
Except, we don’t find ourselves at all. Rather, the words we didn’t know how to write; the things we didn’t know how to think; and the feelings we didn’t know how to feel, find ourselves for us. We just need to give them a chance to exist.
We must live for the sake of letting things exist, not for the sake of saying something profound.