a hazy place of discomfort
maybe it is, too, an important skill in life to know how to dwell in the uncomfortable places. to do nothing but stand there, and wait: for the seasons to change, for revelations to come, for truths to slowly unveil themselves, for the path to unfold, for problems to solve themselves. is it any use to compare this place with happier seasons of my life? can I accept this condition, too, without so much struggle and angst? can I walk through a tunnel of uncertainty so that, in months or years time, I can remember that I survived this period — and the taste of it was sharp, bitter, and even mildly sweet?