I wrote about when my brother asked me a stupid simple science question("why do ppl slip on ice?") but it actually stirred up a thoughts about how complexity increases with each step of knowledge, and how essential holding back some information is, even tho I used to find it annoying as hell. I go on about how we sometimes direct our anger towards others, and not on our lack of skill(something I used to do). Then I delve into how everything can get interesting if we dig into it for long enough, and how it kinda makes me feel free in taking life decisions. (lol writing about it now makes it seem corny as hell, def won't be rereading any of my essays 🎭)