I love the part of humanity that breathes curiousness.
By nature I love asking questions.. from the way people move, to the way we think, to the thoughts we never say. Questions. Asking "why?", takes my mind on a wild ride.. I love the possibilities that come with asking a question.
Even at this moment, my mind is racing through questions about the earth, about my surroundings, about truths and the ideas of wisdom and happiness. The questions never end.. but in a good way.. the way you don't want an insanely good book to end.. or the way you don't want a night to end sometimes.
There seem to be two very separate sides to my consciousness -
- the part of me that asks questions.
- and the part of me that needs to have these questions answered.
I am curious though.. what would happen if I stopped looking for the answers to all my questions? Its ironic... (another question), but truly.. is it possible for a person to ask questions, and remain detached from whether or not they get a reasonable answer? Or at least, the answer that they hoped to find?
I am only asking this question, because I've become aware that I compulsively attempt to "create" answers for myself. More and more frequently, I'm noticing a desire to explain away my questions... Without a blink, without a hesitation.
Often in the face of uncertainty, I jump - Jump to where I want to be in my mind.. to the answer that makes me feel in control
Answers... to the names of birds, to friendships, to behavior, to why I act a certain way, to why colors feel a certain way in my mind. I jump to the answers. I create solutions, and never bother to linger awhile in uncertainty.
But why not linger in the questions for awhile? :)
Maybe I will for awhile..
- Questions lead us to the possibilities of life - while answers take away the pure magic of living. There is an abundance of questions.. I want to ask them with an open, quiet mind - ask them without looking for a comfortable resolution.