Few weeks ago, I was standing in front of a mirror. In the women’s bathroom at work. I could feel the cold sweat down my spine and was mostly angry for not being able to gain a better control of myself. I tried everything in the book—took deep breaths, closed my eyes, tried to calm down, counted slowly to fifty. No change.
When I was a little girl, I liked to question the world around me, including my own decisions. After all, the great philosophers taught us that every wise person should know that they know nothing (Socrates) but that we have to dare to know (Kant). Armed with such advice, it is not hard to fall into a circle of doubting everything. However, growing up, I believed that this is a natural path towards enlightment and insight. That being dubious will give me room to grow and learn.