I realize there is so much I don't know and I'm getting old quickly and there is barely any time left and I read everything I can as fast as I can and still it seems not fast enough and I get upset and beat myself up for not knowing enough, for being ignorant, for being stupid, and then I stop and think, "No, it's okay. It's okay not to know. It's not okay to hide it but it's okay to say it and to do as much as I can." And then I feel better and I keep reading like crazy and I don't beat myself up for a while. Until next time. Until I come across something brilliant, like this TED talk on feminism by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and her book Americanah which I just started reading and its starts all over again. It just never stops. I suppose it will stop when I'm dead.