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There will come a time when Life demands you give up.
And it will settle for nothing less than full compliance.
Nothing less than you falling to your knees,
Giving in and admitting that you do not know enough.

First not enough, and then nothing at all.
You don’t know anything.

“Tell me,” Life will say.
“I want to hear you say it.”

And through gasps for breath,
You will obey.

“I don’t know if I’ve made the best choice.
I don’t know if I’ve done the right thing.
I don’t know if this better or worse.
I don’t know if this is good or bad.
I don’t know how to fix this.
I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Let this moment come.

You can rage at this truth.
You can cry and wail to the heavens.
You can cower in fear.

But let this moment come.

Hug your knees to your chest
And rock on the floor
And say it over and over and over.

I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.

Let the waves thrash against you
Until it smooths your sharp edges.
Let the madness turn to mantra
Until it delivers you back to yourself.

Back to the space where you never needed to know
And Life did all the work
And you were Life itself
Cloaked in the suit made of you.