For so long now I have been waiting for a breakthrough.

If you can connect the dots in your brain, then you have a diagram for the things you thought you knew, and if you’re willing to confess you know nothing: you’ve got a blueprint for a breakthrough.

For so long now I’ve been waiting for my mouth to confess what my heart already knows and that is that I know nothing.

I’m not too sure what my blueprint is supposed to look like.

I’m not too sure when my blueprint is due.

I’m not too sure if my angles are correct or if my pencil marks are erased enough to remain unnoticed.

I’m not too sure if the distance from point A to point B is far enough away to “fix” the problem that it once presented.

I’m not too sure if my math is correct, or my foundation is strong enough.

I’m not too sure

We were never meant to carry around sorrow like a book bag, but everyone knows pain. We are not meant to carry it around forever.

We were never meant to create our blueprint on our own, even the best engineers know that.

Hang in there, my friends.