“It is possible the answers we have are wrong. It is possible the questions themselves are wrong,” Eyes sunken in from focus, I hung on to these words as though I had been waiting to hear them my entire life. Funny how Ted Talks can just do that to you.

A Casey Gerald, Harvard Business school alumni and CEO of MBA’s Across America held the stage expressing this as his sentiment. I had no idea who he was, no idea what the title of this talk entailed, but I knew it was something I was interested in exploring a fold deeper. “The Gospel of Doubt” way to market that notion.

Doubt.

We bear the burden of it in our hearts at times, warranting the discomfort that arises in our cognitive dissonance but in those same instances typically remain unyielding to it. We allow the truth to roam freely, as is, in its birthright and understanding, as ‘truth’.

The comfort, alone, feeding the frenzy to bury any controversy that may arise in question, any discord that could cause the whole house to come down. Rebuild, re … think, when we’ve spent so much time putting the finishing varnish on what we hold as what just is the way? Nah. We’d rather just build off what is already there.

Don’t fix the problem, no we’re going to find new ways to express our discord with it, increase passions for it and maybe we figure out a way to better cope with it or for it to look fixed at the surface.

I’m not saying this is always the case, or the case for anyone in particular, but I will say that I have stared this beast in the face quite a few times in my years of higher education, this blissful ignorance that our actions are unmovably great as they are, that we are doing all that we can for the causes we care for, that the truth given is gospel.

I’ve marched around in circles screaming for rights I knew wouldn’t be heard that way, I’ve constructed events I knew no one would come to for lack thereof better marketing tactics, I’ve been told lies that I have been too afraid to question out loud for fear of a broken heart.

I know many instances are in capacity to relate to in some way or another among so many others that share a deeper issue; what if there is another, better way?

What if we have not exhausted resources or options or ways of looking at it, what if the way we’re going about it is wrong? What if what we see as the problem is wrong?

As a psychology student I am consistently questioning and analyzing things that many may just bypass as what just is the way it is, or an unfixable problem.

The issue with love in our generation, the disparities with gender, race, and politics. We question the same things, strive to fix those same things and then settle on a conclusion for such that allows the truth already established to live on and breathe easily.

I am constantly told that I think too much when the reality is that I am not. I am just thinking. Period. I doubt things, question myself for doubting them, then have a healthy debate with myself in my head over what really is and what just can’t be.

Crazy, some may see it as, but what is a life of freedom if we can’t even allow ourselves to question normalcy, go against the status quo, even if just for a moment before we have to return back to the typical ritual that flows with mainstream thought and action.

I’ll digress though, and leave you with this.

Question something in your life. Something that you have settled with the unhappiness of maybe, or maybe just something you never seriously thought about. You may turn your life upside down, but what about the possibility of it tilting to a just perfect degree you never even acknowledged could exist. What’s the worst that could happen? A brain fart?