is nothing more than nothing. Why do we want things that don't exist; at least not in the ways we imagine them. What is the shape of a hope? What is the structure of love? What is the form of friendship? How can I touch kindness? What does hatred look like?
I heard a voice over a frequency allowing voice communication. So what was it that tied my heart in that painful knot and filled me up with an empty, watery sense of dismay? Can I hold on to that fear that filled me with tears?
No, as we grow, we find newer questions, and fewer answers. We are neither right nor wrong, we just are.
2 comments:
Yes, we're thinking on the same lines again.. growing up is not really about finding more answers as I once believed.
Growing up is about finding the answers to questions that we have always asked. The problem is that sometimes we dont like the answers even though those answers are the truth. At other times we clutter our minds in the pursuit of the "right" answer that we dont recognise them when they are in front of us. Then again, we have so many new questions that we lose sight of the significance of having found the answers to our earlier questions, because we think we have "moved on", and now there is a more pressing, urgent question in front of us. It happens to all of us, we look at the the sand that has slipped through our hands with dismay, but we fail to see the tiny grains that get stuck between our fingers and on our palms. Those, in essence, are the answers that we are looking for. The sand that fell through is only the noise that we fail to bypass and focus so much on.
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