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Asking Questions can Potentially Change your Life
Why a certain song makes me cry? Why certain words make me feel something? Why certain people drive me mad? Why certain moments make me want to scream? Why certain moments make me so angry? Why I cry like a baby when I didn’t get what I want?
Why?
When I am three or four years old it’s ok to ask any questions but when I grow up I question less. I actually do question everything maybe that’s why I feel so much and care too much. But in actual fact we, as grown ups, stop imagining and questioning. We somehow just accept that that’s it. This is how the world is. We are taught to believe that that’s how it is and we stop asking questions.
Why?
Why do we stop asking questions? Why do we stop wondering? Why do we stop believing in magic? Why do we stop believing we can do things?
There’s a moment when I grow up, obviously I rebelled and I was put to my place. Whatever that was, put me down for life. Made me accept that that’s how the world is and I have to live it. I have to go through life suffering. I learn to suffer. I learn to live that that’s the life I deserve. But that’s not true! You see, we make up stories about everything and everyone.
We don’t know if that’s true, for one reason or the other we believe what we made up. Because I…
