Sometimes, all we would ever want is answers. That's what we don't get. So many things are boggling my mind. So many questions. Sometimes I wish I could read minds. Yes, not always. Just sometimes, just to know what people think, to know how people feel. Sometimes when we're too free, we tend to think too much and that kind of complicates things more (up in your head) than the actual complication itself.
I keep wondering. Keep asking God questions knowing He's never going to respond instantaneously. I wonder the true motive behind people's mannerism, behind the way the talk. What are they trying to imply? What are they getting at? It would be much easier to figure things out instantly. Like the reason behind people's change. Why have they changed? Hmm. I wonder who could answer that...
I wonder why good people pass on so quickly, leaving behind tonnes of people to mourn. Leaving behind kids who can't even comprehend the meaning of it. Kids who haven't learnt to grasp it. Kids who need their mom during this growing up phase. Why do things happen to the good ones, the kind-hearted, loving souls? Why do we have to learn to get attached only to learn that detachment is the best way?
Sometimes, I just want to walk away. Go some place and be all alone. Embrace solitude as my way of life. Live life completely alone. Sometimes I think I'd go berserk but that's because I've become so accustomed to attachment that the mere idea of solitude drives me crazy. Would solitude drive people mad? How do some people live their lives alone?
Expectations. Desires. It breaks people. We expect things from people. We desire things that are far out of our reach. When you want something so much, you leave a loophole in the wall you've built around you. A loophole through which reality would reach in and rip you up into shreds. This is the fact. The sooner we grasp it, the stronger we become.
