+++ layout = "post" title = "Frenetic Scribblings #28: Space in between spaces" date = "2017-12-29" categories = ["writing"] tags = ["freneticscribblings"] resources name = "header thumbnail" src = "*a_1X4qhi64JmdhkAogHaOQ" [resources.params] [resources.params.meta] creator = "Arona Jones" +++ Time in between times. The period between Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve is an odd one. Business hours return to normal, but people don’t. It is a time filled with sleep and food, a time of quiet. Of contemplation.

I keep drafting stories but never quite getting them to a place where I’m happy to hit publish. Even though I know each piece will never be perfect, I keep re-editing them. Just as time is caught in an odd limbo in this period, so is my writing. Stuck in revision hell.

Clicking publish always feels very final. Mistakes otherwise unseen suddenly jump out at you the moment you’ve unleashed it on the world. It shouldn’t feel like that. Each piece is only a fragment of thought. A splinter off an overarching work. A work that is a search for meaning, and understanding.

I write first and foremost for myself. I write because I’m trying to figure out what the world is, and who I am within it.

A (relatively) long time ago now, I was taught to question. Particularly, to question the whys and hows of things.

Why is the sky blue?

How does gravity work?

Why isn’t life fair?

How do I find purpose? How does anyone?

Being taught to question, rather than accept ‘I don’t know’ or ‘Because it is’ was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me.

Not for anyone that has to field my questions, though! Fortunately for my family, these days that’s mostly introspection and the Internet. Who knows, maybe I’ll even find some answers eventually.

Until tommorow, keep questioning!

Thought for the day: Stephen Hawking — The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.