My mind is a room I keep arranging

Soemtimes I imagine my minds as a room. Not a clean and perfectly organised room. Mor elikr one that has been lived in for years.

There are things everyone. Old beleived starched in corners. Memories stored in drawers. Opinions I no longer agree with still occupying valuable spaces. Some ideas were placed there ny my parents. Other by teachers or Friends it society or experience I had when I was too young to understand them perfectly.

For a long time I assumed that growing tpeant adding more. More knowledge. More opinions and more experiences and more certainly.

But lately I think growing up is also about removing things. Every new experience changes the arrangements.

Something I once believe completely may suddenly stop kaing sense. An opinion I inherited may turn out not to be mine at all. A person I trusted may teach me that trust needs boundries. A failure may force me tooevan entire piece of furniture I thought could never be touched.

Sometime rearranging is uncomfortable. Tou discover that some of the things you have believed for years was never actually true. You realised that you have judges people based on assumptions that you have questioned. You understand that's I of your strongest opinions were built from feat rather than knowledge.

And then you have choice. You can keep the furniture where it is simply because it has always been there. Or you can move it.

I had to do that more than once. I had to question what I thought success looks like. I have had to reconsider what I expect from myself and what I consider failure. I have had to accept that changing my mind doesn't necessarily mean I was stupid before.

Sometime it simply means I know more now. The strange things bout mental growth is that it doesn't always feel like becoming smarter. Sometime it feels like becoming less certain.

You realise how much you don't know. You stop needing every question to be immediately answered. You begin to understand what two things can be true at the same time.

Someone can hurt you and still have good qualities. You can love someone and still need to leave them. You can be grateful for something and still need the same thing to be changed. For example, I like my childhood and nothing is wrong in that. But I don't want my children to have the same childhood as same as me.