A God complex - I supposed that's what it's called. As if I have to comprehend all the mysteries of the universe by the time I'm 25. I'm like a swimmer trying to swim across the ocean - after a couple day with no sight of land ahead, I am forced to turn back. So I swim back towards the shores possibility and wonder what I saw out at sea anyway. Who says that I even have the right to ask the questions for which I demand answers? Like the 5th graders I teach everyday, maybe I should finally embrace the fact that my teacher knows what's best for me at each stage, and that I don't have to keep fighting so hard. Maybe it's time to rest, to put my weapons down and meet Him in my open wounds. After all, He is God, I am dust.
