Sometimes, I’m not even sure what the question is before I proceed. I’ll dive into something, expecting to find clarity as I go, but it only gets more convoluted and confusing.
I could have asked for clarification, but like refusing to check Google Maps, the further I get — the more time it takes to figure out where I’m going — the more adamant I am about not using a map.
Then there’s a glimmer of clarity, a sign, just enough to keep you feeling like you’ll figure it out.
It wasn’t useful, we’re back where we started, sometimes there’s uncertainty.
Great ships once sailed these seas, none of which could bat the breeze.
It’s too far along now to ask for directions, it would look silly. Maybe I’ll figure it out as I go. Maybe I’ll just keep sailing, I’m sure there’s something interesting up ahead anyhow.
But it gets weird. There was nothing further along, no context, no answer, no clue.
