It seems I have finally come to the conclusion that I have an extremely limited knowledge of the world around and the person inside of me. And it's not as hard as I thought it would be to admit. I have an near uncontrollable urge to know everything about all there is to know but am slowly but surely getting over the need to always be right. I hope to replace that need with a hunger for understanding and a quest for the answers that I haven't know. I guess the point is I have been ignorant and arrogant for such a long time that all I want is to break free from my misconceptions and discover. I used to push away what I could not understand or leave it up to time to tell me, but I wasn't actively pursuing, seeking for the mysteries that were beyond me. I didn't want to put forth the effort that wisdom or genuine knowledge takes. I was safe in my bliss of unknowing. College has really pulled open my eyes and this new peripheral view has me snapping my head back at every experience. I am now welcoming the challenge instead of wallowing in its height. I am still daunted by the extent of my unawareness but I guess I saw that coming. Maybe this is the "reality check" or "real world" many people say you must be faced with in light (or dark) of growing up. I hope to embrace the task rather than shield myself from it. But I also wish for strength to conquer this and become the woman I have always dreamt I would.
Sorry to be so deep for my first post but this is just what has been on my mind. I am nearing the end of my first semester at BYU and this is what I have had to reflect on.
