Blowing air into my brain and under-analyzing

There is a beauty and privilege to being able to step outside oneself and engage with the who and where and why and what and how of life’s daily practices.

Skipping stones on a lake can evolve from a physical act to an internal conversation on gravity, spin, and water resistance; a bite into a croissant becomes an insight into the lamination of dough and crosslinking between protein food molecules; making eye contact with a stranger can trigger a thought pattern into social brain activation, nonverbal communication, and subcortical processing.

When you take a step back (or perhaps it is a step toward) from things that appear so simple and mundane, it is apparent that there is an overwhelming amount of information we (individually and collectively) do not yet know. And the question becomes, is it our (or my) goal to know?

As one may be able to decipher (and to put lightly); ruminating, analyzing, and questioning are acts I engage with intimately and with frequency. There is a fullness I experience when interrogating my evolving digital, physical, and social landscapes in relation to myself and the world around me.

Wondering is why I write, why I am continuing my education, why I published research as an undergrad, why I am a journalist, why I read and engage with media, why I function in the manner I do. Wondering, as I experience, is a moment that is neither present nor passive inside myself that cultivates different realities and ideas.

And while this sense of curiosity is an innate and personal aspect that I cherish about myself, it is also exhausting. 

There could even be (and likely should be) a conversation about the tendency to avoid internal disputes by cross-examining outside oneself. But, that direction will take away from the case I am attempting to make (and have yet to arrive at). 

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