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I don't even know what to say about this title. I get it, but at the same time, it feels totally disconnected from how people actually work—how we occasionally admit we don't know something, yet stare at everyone else without ever really seeing ourselves. What did any of that old stuff have to do with today, if not my own will and that sense of certainty I used to carry? Or did I even have it? If there was some other force at play, the odds of me figuring out what it was are basically zero.
I can't recall exactly, but I’m pretty sure that old confidence was built on something else entirely. Maybe it's just some useless label, an accidental stigma attached to someone misdescribing a perfectly harmless moment. Explaining yourself is a losing game, and honestly, this title won't stay relevant for long anyway. It looks pointless, and sometimes it sounds even more fleeting than that.
I can't recall exactly, but I’m pretty sure that old confidence was built on something else entirely. Maybe it's just some useless label, an accidental stigma attached to someone misdescribing a perfectly harmless moment. Explaining yourself is a losing game, and honestly, this title won't stay relevant for long anyway. It looks pointless, and sometimes it sounds even more fleeting than that.