Moment
Looking for Answers
Some questions aren’t asked out loud.
He wasn’t looking at the room.
He wasn’t looking at the books.
He wasn’t looking at anyone.
He was facing a wall.
For a moment, the sculpture stopped being bronze and became familiar.
We’ve all stood there at some point—searching for an answer that isn’t written anywhere.
Sometimes thinking looks a lot like surrender.
Sometimes it looks exactly like hope.