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One question too many
Life passes by day by day,
With so much to do and much to say,
But what can I say that's not been said?
what can I do not yet done?
So,
Why do I put up with clichéd charade?
Make anew mistakes already made?
Being yourself changes who you are,
being someone else makes you realise how similar they are.
In time, everything changes, yet remains the same,
every time I get the rules, Life changes the game.
The ways of the world confound me therefore I keep mum.
In a world full of experienced wise fools, I play dumb.
For if I were to speak from the bottom of my being,
all that would come out is just one deafening scream,
An enormous one word question, howling at the sky,
Why?
Life, thou art something incomprehensible,
yet in an indescribable way, sensible.
Or maybe it's me,
Making sense out of the many nothings that haunt me.
Imagining real unreal questions,
within logical answers that in broad daylight, taunt me.
In this existential living of impractical practicality,
I loose grip of what's real, questioning reality.
For all we know there might be no revelation. No answer.
Just the right question, that's "The answer".
If the answer is the question, what is the question?
With so much to do and much to say,
But what can I say that's not been said?
what can I do not yet done?
So,
Why do I put up with clichéd charade?
Make anew mistakes already made?
Being yourself changes who you are,
being someone else makes you realise how similar they are.
In time, everything changes, yet remains the same,
every time I get the rules, Life changes the game.
The ways of the world confound me therefore I keep mum.
In a world full of experienced wise fools, I play dumb.
For if I were to speak from the bottom of my being,
all that would come out is just one deafening scream,
An enormous one word question, howling at the sky,
Why?
Life, thou art something incomprehensible,
yet in an indescribable way, sensible.
Or maybe it's me,
Making sense out of the many nothings that haunt me.
Imagining real unreal questions,
within logical answers that in broad daylight, taunt me.
In this existential living of impractical practicality,
I loose grip of what's real, questioning reality.
For all we know there might be no revelation. No answer.
Just the right question, that's "The answer".
If the answer is the question, what is the question?
Published 19th Mar 2014
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20th Mar 2014 8:49am
Experienced wise fools, beautiful words. I found some peace when i gave up trying to figure out life with logic. Life is crazy...go crazy...and it starts to make a twisted sense haha
20th Mar 2014 6:03pm
Haha..Thanks..I know..it keeps fluctuating between crazy and (not) normal..If only I could, I would..it's a curse..
I can't help it...and everything I do is driven by two very contradictory desires - the urge to know the meaning behind all this..life, existence or whatever.. And.. the irrational fear that I'll find it..It's messed up.
Maybe..eventually I'll give up as well (I hope).
I can't help it...and everything I do is driven by two very contradictory desires - the urge to know the meaning behind all this..life, existence or whatever.. And.. the irrational fear that I'll find it..It's messed up.
Maybe..eventually I'll give up as well (I hope).
21st Mar 2014 5:29am
Yup, ifound my peace when i gave up. Then i was free to enjoy whatever i could out of this life...funny that, whatever wasright in front of my nose all the time...the clouds, the flowers, the trees, the stars...all that evaded my attention because i focused on what humans did....then i shifted to what was made not by humans...try it, it's really worth it ;)
21st Mar 2014 10:46am
I do that. That's the only thing which keeps me from going absolutely insane..that and writing or painting or severe physical exhaustion..Funny how something that feels horrible actually works in a beneficial way. We are animals after all, we may think of ourselves as complicated intellectual beings but run a few miles in the summer sun and all you can think about is water & air..peaceful in a horrible way (that's twisted)...Once I do that, I tend to think about it less often..but if I don't..It's hell for me as well as the ones around me..lol..as I mentioned..it keeps fluctuating..but I'm getting there I think.
22nd Mar 2014 8:18am
Shrinks say our conscious, what we think we are, is just the 10% of us...all the rest belongs to the subconscious, the Animal, belongs to Mother Nature....that's why mankind is so sad, it moves away from Her...like you said, we cannot see what curse too much intelligence is...the more we return to Mother, the better ;)
24th Mar 2014 2:58pm
couldn't agree more..we should accept ourselves as we are. Look at life for what it is and not what we want it to be. It is difficult, maybe even impossible and I feel like a total hypocrite coz I literally drive myself crazy..but we should keep trying even if there are no answers..maybe it's the journey that's more enjoyable that the destination we seek that may or mayn't be.. after all, stupid as it may sound we all just wanna be happy. some find that happiness in asking questions..some in quietly observing without judging..some by actively participating and some even enjoy being sad (I might be one of them)...
So, it's - whatever.
So, it's - whatever.
