Slow Down

I am a slow learner. Always have been. I started walking late. My Mother says that is because my older brothers carried me everywhere. I started talking late. Maybe I can blame my brothers for that too. It’s nice having someone to blame. When I was 7 years old, I was put in a Speech & Drama class for people who were struggling with school. When I was 9, I got a teacher who suddenly got me. Mrs Rae changed my course. As the foundations set in, things started making sense. I have never been afraid of looking like a Moron. Of asking the dumb questions. Of appearing to try too hard. I regularly get lost in the grass of things I don’t understand, think aloud, and make mistakes in public. We live in a world that rewards false confidence. That thinks those who understand cause and effect are worth putting in charge. The truth, I think, is that no one knows. We are all lost in the grass. The world changes too fast to understand. There is too much noise, and we see whatever we are looking for. The best we can do is choose what we pay attention to. What we give relevance to. What we build meaning from. Slowly.