When I was a child, I thought growing up meant you’d figured out this complicated thing called Life. Adults had answers for thousands of questions I came up with, so therefore growing up meant you’d have answers, right?
Questions. Answers. Getting older. Growing up. Maturing. They don’t always go together. Not everyone who gets older has answers. Not everyone who grows taller has wisdom. Maturity doesn’t mean you know everything. Not even close.
It’s a startling experience to look back at your childhood self and realize how very wrong you were. Then to look at where you are now, and wonder if ten years from now you’ll realize you were just as wrong as when you were a kid.
I like having absolutes. I like knowing what is going to happen next, what to expect. Goodness, at times I feel like having someone tell me just what to do and think and believe. That’s not the way it works though, and when it is that way, something is wrong.
We can’t blindly follow human beings because every human is fallen, fallible and in one way or another, frail. Even when someone appears to have all the answers, those answers might not always be correct. It’s a scary thing, this question and answers situation.
I like questions. I’ve been told that asking questions is my hobby. I learn through questions. I grow through answers. I can’t imagine life without them.
Life. Growing. Learning. Trusting. I’ve been learning a lot this year. I’ve been learning about how answers aren’t always right. About how grown-ups sometimes let you down. About how growing up is a part of life and needs to be embraced, no matter how I feel about it.
I’ve been learning about the one place where I can go to get the right answer. About how confusing the correct answer is sometimes. About how accepting an answer means trust. And about how important trust is.