I Will Never Understand...

I will never understand the way life moves, works, or functions. I am constantly confused... constantly trying to make meaning out of the experiences I am enduring... yet I will not complain.

Life is what it is; but is it wrong for me to try to understand it?

I guess I can blame my curiosity on the fact that I am an eternal learner, in all of its essence. I am determined, disciplined, dedicated, and eager to absorb new knowledge. However, at the same time, I am vulnerable, imperfect, and unsure. The oxymorons of life seem simple; but things are never as they seem. Complex simplicities exist just as simple complexities surface.

I will never understand the world... I may never make meaning out of my life... but is it wrong to try? Is it wrong to want knowledge... is it wrong to never want perfection, just something close to it... is it wrong to acknowledge your many flaws and accept them for what they are? This doesn't admit that you are accepting failure, it just means that you are in touch with self and the many confusions of life. Nevertheless, I will never understand...