Today, a strange thought occurred to me while I was lying in my bed planning to fall asleep: our lives are characterised by a 'how' and a 'why'. 'How', I felt, was all about the years unborn. A question as to how things will turn out to be.
But 'why' is the mystery that perhaps remains mysterious throughout. Can we ever figure out 'why' things happen to us? 'Why' do we feel all that we feel? 'Why' are the matters of heart and soul so complex? 'Why' are things related to each other in weird ways... There's an endless series of 'WHYs' that define our lives...
This 'why' is an entire experience in itself - at times a very disturbing one.
But 'why' is the mystery that perhaps remains mysterious throughout. Can we ever figure out 'why' things happen to us? 'Why' do we feel all that we feel? 'Why' are the matters of heart and soul so complex? 'Why' are things related to each other in weird ways... There's an endless series of 'WHYs' that define our lives...
This 'why' is an entire experience in itself - at times a very disturbing one.
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