Sometimes I think I’ve finally got it all figured out. Like I’ve found the missing piece that holds my world together. I’ll think, “so this is how it feels.” And for a moment, I’ll take solace in the silence. Find peace with the mediocrity of it all. But before long I’m back on that road, going far too fast with no intention of stopping. And I’ll think “I’d rather feel this.” And I suppose I’m set in my reckless ways; but I’d rather scream my heart out into the unknown than live a life of reticent familiarity.