What? Why? How?
These are the type of questions I would ask on a regular basis. I always wondered why things are they way they are. What is real and what is not? Why am I here? Would I still be a form of consciousness if I was not human? I guess you can label me as a philosopher, spiritualist, truth seeker or whatever else. In reality though, I am just really curious and open-minded.
Whenever a situation occurs that reveals something about human nature, I get intrigued. When something sparks my interest I can’t help but talk about it, discuss about it and share my thoughts with someone else. Simply, I just want to know what is really happening around me. I go about it thru questioning and listening. Just those two simple actions led to who I am as a person today.
I do what I do only because it eases my frustration with my own curiosity. It’s like having a small splinter in your finger while writing a long essay. If it doesn’t get taken out, it causes pain and annoyance during the whole experience.
I am not saying that currently I have all the answers to questions about life or reality, but I am trying to piece together some form of truth that fits my rationality. Being able to understand why this happens or why this occurs is actually a form of escape for me. Only when I don’t know do I feel restrained, limited and trapped in my own curiosity. When I obtain some form of understanding I don’t feel as trapped. By me asking questions, I obtain some form of freedom and in life, being free is how life should be lived.
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These are the type of questions I would ask on a regular basis. I always wondered why things are they way they are. What is real and what is not? Why am I here? Would I still be a form of consciousness if I was not human? I guess you can label me as a philosopher, spiritualist, truth seeker or whatever else. In reality though, I am just really curious and open-minded.
Whenever a situation occurs that reveals something about human nature, I get intrigued. When something sparks my interest I can’t help but talk about it, discuss about it and share my thoughts with someone else. Simply, I just want to know what is really happening around me. I go about it thru questioning and listening. Just those two simple actions led to who I am as a person today.
I do what I do only because it eases my frustration with my own curiosity. It’s like having a small splinter in your finger while writing a long essay. If it doesn’t get taken out, it causes pain and annoyance during the whole experience.
I am not saying that currently I have all the answers to questions about life or reality, but I am trying to piece together some form of truth that fits my rationality. Being able to understand why this happens or why this occurs is actually a form of escape for me. Only when I don’t know do I feel restrained, limited and trapped in my own curiosity. When I obtain some form of understanding I don’t feel as trapped. By me asking questions, I obtain some form of freedom and in life, being free is how life should be lived.