Open the door of the closet you have been hiding in and take a look. There is sunlight streaming into the room. The monsters are gone. It is now safe to come outside and learn the stories behind the dry facts and formulae you were forced to commit to memory as a child.
Leaving your assumptions at the door, you enter.
A fact presented as a fait accompli is not a truth. A theory that has no predictive value is useless. If you cannot get an answer to “why?” you keep exploring. This is the classroom you deserved as a child, but have discovered as an adult.
“I need an answer now.” The impatient world rudely intervenes.
“Make up your mind. We have no time.”
“Time is not ours to own,” you want to say. Instead, you smile.
The order is repeated. “Make up your mind.”
You look at a slurry of dreams and memories. You mix in experiences and aspirations. You are taking your own sweet time. You making up your mind on your own terms.
You are finally learning.