There are things I wish I’d known, but didn’t know enough to know I’d want to know them.
That perfection should be an aim, not a goal. That the things you lose will define you more than the things you acquire. That one day you will reach for something and it will not be there; will no longer be produced; will no longer be relevant. And that this is the essence of aging. That home is just a concept, and timbers too must fall. That apathy will paralyze you, but fixation will do the same.
But of all the things I thought I knew that I didn’t know, the unknown knowledge I wish I’d known the most was…that words are just signifiers. We are the ones who assign their physicality.