Living on instinct
I don't know what I'm doing. In general.
I don't understand life. I have incomplete, limited knowledge.
How I operate, how I choose to operate...
There really isn't a reason for it, that I can articulate. I just do what feels right to me at the time. It isn't a feeling. Instinct, maybe.
So I do it. I roll the dice. And hope that it will all make sense to me later.
It's scary, but feels kind of good too. I don't even know why it feels good. Living on instinct.