The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.
~ SHERWOOD ANDERSON, “Seeds,” The Triumph of the Egg
Where are we?
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
What’s the purpose of my life?
These are questions I ask myself when life seems complex, confused and utterly complicated.
Who else can give answers to these stupid queries except me…so then again I travel through my thoughts in search of the ultimate answers or to get enlightenment, as I call it.
But mostly to no avail. Or that’s how it appears on the outside. Deep down inside I actually fight with myself because I know it’s all right there within me. I know all the answers. But, I have difficulty accepting them. It’s exactly like wanting to have one’s cake and eat it too.
A kind of dilemma…