A nice button-down shirt

©Jason.

I was in a room with 30 people. Some looked older and some looked younger, but they were there to learn. I thought that was beautiful. People would raise their hands, stand up politely, and share their stories.

The teacher was passionate about the lecture, with sweat on her forehead, and she looked happy.

We think we know something, and we probably do, but we don’t know much about most things either. Yet, we really do believe we know things.

I probably will die ignorant, and I’m fine with that. I will probably die without fixing many problems, and I accept that.

But I will consistently try. I will fail, I will give up sometimes, and I will get frustrated. But I will learn, I will explore, and I will go on.

I will fail today, this afternoon, this evening and tomorrow, and I’d get frustrated. But I will live.

I was looking at one older gentleman the other day in the room; he was focused, he was curious, and he was eager to learn. He could’ve felt satisfied with what he already knew, but he didn’t. He put on pants and a nice button-down shirt and showed up.

I thought that was beautiful, and I was quietly happy that I was in the same room.

I will fail today, this afternoon, this evening and tomorrow and so forth, and I’d get frustrated. But I will live.

The day it feels like I really can’t go on any further, I will still live.

I was looking at one older gentleman the other day in the room.