zoned out ramble
I continually find myself swimming through an ocean of questions, yet never able to grasps any answers. I feel them watching me, occasionally taking small bites out of my flesh, but the moment i know of their prescence, they disappear without a trace., leaving me confused, lost and alone, more so than i was before.
Perhaps I am not supposed to have such truths and knowledge. Perhaps I am to remain in my mind's feeble state. But why would I have such a drive to find answers if indeed I was never meant to find any? I do not wish to believe that God has much to do with Spite, but without ever getting the answers that I seek, it makes the previous sound probable. Unless He is simply wishing to see who can persevere, though nothing ever comes of it. Maybe it does not matter what we find in life, but how we pursue that which is in it. All questions and propositions, yet never any solid foundation or beliefs, answers. Such is my life...
Perhaps I am not supposed to have such truths and knowledge. Perhaps I am to remain in my mind's feeble state. But why would I have such a drive to find answers if indeed I was never meant to find any? I do not wish to believe that God has much to do with Spite, but without ever getting the answers that I seek, it makes the previous sound probable. Unless He is simply wishing to see who can persevere, though nothing ever comes of it. Maybe it does not matter what we find in life, but how we pursue that which is in it. All questions and propositions, yet never any solid foundation or beliefs, answers. Such is my life...