"If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?"
~ Scott Adams
It seems to me that all my life I've always questioned things. I've always wanted to know why this thing has to happen this way... and why is it that another thing would happen another way.
Why can't I simply just accept things as they are? Wouldn't it make life so much simpler? Wouldn't it make me less of a cynic, preferring to take things at face value? Why does my mind have to perpetually churn my thoughts - and question why... why... why?
Even when I'm watching a movie - yes, those stories that would transport us to another place and time for about a couple of hours or so - I would have to question the reasons as to why the storyline is as such... and why does the lead actress lack that tad of common sense... and why does the good guy always get the girl in the end (if he doesn't, it's most probably she died in his arms).
My mind is in a constant whirl of thoughts, and even when I'm asleep, I often believe that my subconscious often isn't at rest. Sometimes I get the answers to my questions in my dreams... and at times, I would get snippets of what will be. Scary, perhaps in some ways, but by now, I've almost gotten used to it - so much so that I'm no longer as affected by these 'dreamstate' events.
I just wish I am able to actually take a breather and simply enjoy life as it should be lived... without questions, without scepticisms, without the cynical side of me interfering.
But then again - I wouldn't be me.