From the time we became aware of the world around us, we tend to be inquisitive. From our toddler years we get to ask a lot of questions which some of them are answered by our parents fit to the level of mental development we have.
Lately I’ve been asking a lot of questions. Questions which by now I should have been certain what the answer is, but for some reason or another I just can’t figure out the puzzle.
Maybe I’ve been thinking too much. Maybe I’m not. Maybe there really is no answer to my queries.
There are some questions that are capable of a straightforward answer. There are questions which need some research or study to be answerable. But there are some questions which cannot be answered by google.
History itself makes us wonder why or why not a certain event did or did not happen. Some of the mysteries of life have yet to be unraveled. Certain cases and issues in the past are yet to be closed because either people are apathetic or they just easily forget. Or maybe they have come to realized that it isn't really capable of being answered.
Maybe some of the questions in our mind our really unanswerable. Or maybe it is, we are just afraid to face the truth. The truth which would open our eyes to the realities we always try to hide even if it’s right in front of us.
Ever encountered the term subconscious? Ever thought how powerful our subconscious is? Sometimes we experience an unexplainable pressure inside us. Pressures which make us do some involuntary behaviors. Behaviors which we sometimes cannot explain why we are doing it. What we just know is that we are supposed to do it.
We all carry a certain amount of weight which we don’t recognize sometimes. Be it heavy or light we can’t seem to unload the weight in our shoulders. These loads tend to act as forces which make us do the things we do. Things we hate to admit. Things which cover up the underlying issues in our lives we just don’t want to confront.
We always want to fix everything around us, even ourselves. We always look for solutions. We always look for answers. But have we ever thought that none of us really know what we’re doing.
Maybe we should stop living our lives looking for answers. Why don’t we focus on the questions? Why don’t we take time to read between the lines? Maybe just by doing that we’d come to a realization that ‘the question is the answer’