The world is weird. Some things cannot be planned, there are those you’ll never be able to know or comprehend and, if you’re truly living and exploring with a mindset and soulset of an eternal student of all there is, half the time when you meet something new you’re bewildered as if you were Alice on one of her voyages deep down the rabbit hole. How deep does it go? We don’t know. Take solace in the fact that no one knows, not one single living person knows or has ever known it all, and neither will you.

We know things are weird when we get here and have no shame of looking silly or not knowing while we’re young, we have no shame of nakedness until we’re taught to hide the body, we’re not afraid to fail and say we don’t understand something, we’re not afraid of trying a million times. Society made space for kids to learn and excuses their not knowing, but is far less forgiving to “adults”. Becoming and adult is a process of enculturation where a silent consensus takes place to pretend we have it all figured out and that most things make sense. We are taught to operate within systems and take them as given facts, rather than see them as man made efforts to try and make due with chaotic circumstance. We forget that current systems are just a temporary standstill that keep the flood gates closed. In the absence of the traditional rites of passage, employed by most of world cultures throughout history, we’ve made up our own traditions for transition into grownups. Silliness gets substituted by rigidity in which we pretend we don’t see the weirdness as much and the discussion of it is left to private confines of a few close friends or a therapist’s couch. There you’re allowed to admit how utterly baffled you still get by life on a regular basis and that you sometimes don’t know how to “go and get them”, “kick ass” or “make it happen” or even what it is you’re supposed to get, kick or make.

Life is as weird as it gets, the positions circumstance might push us into are weirder still and the weirdest of all is that we keep pretending and answer “fine” when asked how we’re doing. Maybe it would be a relief if we could just answer – “I’m still trying to figure out how to eat right” – but it seems embarrassing to say this at 30, 40 or 50, so we lie and play make believe with reality, hoping that this long repeated lie that we get it will somehow become true by sole repetition.

Get ok with saying you have no idea how something works, what you’re supposed to do here or how you’ll handle some curve ball. It’s ok, it’s weird, we all know it. You’re weird and so am I and we’ve somehow managed to navigate so far and will continue on doing so. Leave your prejudice and what you think you know at the door. Approach every new situation as an isolated contextual climate of its own, with no prenaming it, expectations, naive pomposity of how much of it you understand or the need to make it go exactly as you planned. Remember things are weird more times than not, and that’s all right, that’s what makes in interesting and challenging. You were built for challenge right from the get go and straight to the core so don’t let the fake certainty beat the weirdness out of you and mould you into something rigid, brittle and unable to play, adapt, learn or enjoy.