Sometimes we don’t care to understand. Sometimes it isn’t important to understand. Sometimes we are required to understand. Sometimes we need to understand. Sometimes we can’t understand. Sometimes we try to understand. Sometimes we give up to understand. Sometimes we are not meant to understand. Sometimes we try and can’t and give up to understand.
During the last hours, which are becoming days, I’m trying to understand. I do observe; I don’t understand. Understand what? I think, I could explain what I’m trying to understand though, dear reader, it isn’t important to know.
What I’d like to capture in this post is not what I’m trying to understand but how trying to understand can become a consuming, even painful, assignment, one that can absorb your mind and thoughts to desperation, push your body and health to queasiness.
And so, right now, I wonder if while we care and try to understand there needs to be a moment where we acknowledge that perhaps we are not meant to understand. At this point, we might think or be driven to give up to understand. I wonder if it is the reasonable and healthy path to go.
… if giving up wouldn’t be even more painful.