NAIVE

I was naive; didn’t even understand where shortstop was. But I walked onto the field. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand the basics to improv. But I improvised. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand brush techniques. But I painted. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand how to hold the drumsticks. But I drummed. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand the card types. But I entered FNM. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand NLHE. But I paid. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand how to write with structure. But I wrote. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand how depression and anxiety could cloud every judgment. But I held onto will. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand how the world could hold so many views. But I traveled. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand how to throw a proper punch. But I stepped into the ring. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand how Iowa had so much beauty. But I returned. And I learned.


I was naive; didn’t even understand the effort it took to launch a company. But I did. And I learned.


I’m naive; don’t even understand how to climb. But I’ll ascend. And I’ll learn.
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I’m naive; don’t even understand where life is taking me. But I’m moving forward. And I’ll learn.