At 16, I was pretty sure that within the next 10 years I would understand the mysteries of the world. I have this memory of standing at the airport, staring at a group of 25 year olds. They looked so sorted and sure of themselves – like they had defeated the monsters of their worlds. Unfortunately though, the answers havent come to me during the past decade. With a glimmer of hope, I write to you.
How is it that we are able to order something special online, with blind faith, about its quality but unable to reach out to what’s in front of us with that same faith?
Why is it that the want for more never ends? If we are content with what we got, is it a compromise with life? Is compromise a bad deal to make?
Why is it that the same road seems rockier to the other than its seems to us? How does a picture’s simplicity seem so obvious to us and not to the other?
How do we let go of something we never had? How do we ask for something we know we will never get?
Does it make sense to make an effort to achieve some thing? If its truly meant to be, should it be an effortless achievement?
I do pray hard every night for enlightment within the next decade but it would make my life easier at this moment to know the answers. These puzzles lead to sleepless nights and I sure like my sleep. So be a good aunt and answer.
A hopeless solver of the mysteries.