I don’t know a lot of things, but I do know some.

I know that the sun rises in the east and it sets in the west. I know that today it will set at 19h23. I know that it will be beautiful and I will feel it in my soul.

But I don’t know how many sunsets we have left?

I know that love doesn’t have to be forever to be beautiful and that some of the greatest loves of all time are already over.

I also know that if heartbreak can be survived once, it can be survived twice.

But I don’t know where the broken pieces of those hearts go when they are forgotten?

I don’t know where all the past versions of ourselves, the ones that exist only in another’s memory, go to rest?

I know that caterpillars become butterflies but I don’t know if they realize that they are performing miracles when they do?

I know that there is a God. And I know that he is kind.

But I don’t know what his real name is? I don’t know if he really cares what we call him. Or her?

I know that we are fighting a pandemic, and that people are dying, and that there are some who don’t believe it is true but I don’t know how to convince them it is?

I know that there is a warm wind that blows from Africa across the Mediterranean called the Sirocco but I don’t know if you think of me when it does?

I know that rainbows are formed by the refraction of light. And that light is energy. And that the light from the stars only reaches us after they are gone.

But I don’t know what makes up the darkness between the stars or why rainbows never seem to end?

I know that some souls are destined to meet but I don’t know why they sometimes get the timing wrong?

I know that it takes only a few seconds to form a memory, and a lifetime to forget.

I don’t know if we ever truly do forget?

I know that there is a lot that I do not know.

And maybe I don’t need to?