I think I’m learning.

I’m reading.

Listening.

Taking notes.

Paying attention.

Applying what I’ve been told.

It looks like growth.

It feels like effort.

It is the accumulation of knowledge.

It isn’t the construction of understanding.

It’s me following.

Efficient.

Accurate.

Articulated in my guide’s words.

I mistook their orientation

for my own.

Adopted the method

without making meaning.

Applied the tactic

without translating the truth.

Knowledge is given.

Understanding is built.

One outcome at a time.

Especially the ones I don’t like.

When something works, I can repeat it.

When it doesn’t, I can reflect on it.

Only if I’m paying attention to what it means for me.

Guides can point to the information.

Only I can translate information into insight.

Only I can build meaning

I can live by.

Learning is a translation process.

It moves from borrowed to built.

From repeated to revealed.

From someone else’s words

to my own wisdom.