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Writing About What I Don’t Know
Let’s try and be unreasonable for once, shall we? Let’s write for pleasure, and pleasure only, without ever keeping our mouth shut just because we can’t prove that what we say is true.
There will always be somebody who demands me to be silent. And somebody who asks whether I have permission to say whatever I am saying. Do you have a degree or at least some online course completed on that? Have you lived this in your life? How dare you say it if you can’t prove it is true?
As far as I am concerned — note the qualifying statement here — I will never ever know whether what I write is true. So I might as well start from here, with all the ideas and assumptions I have, simply accepting that they are fallible. Then it only becomes the question of how I frame my statements.
They may be seen as beliefs, which I constructed from the thoughts I was having regularly that upon repetition became the ways to guide my casual behaviour.
They may be questions, which are the only way I know how to approach learning about the mechanics of life.
They may be copy-paste pieces of information that I found somewhere, found appealing, and then treated them as mine enough to make use of them…
