Thursday, 15 January 2015
Why are we always chasing the answers to questions that we could never truly comprehend?
I guess because it gives us a sense of a journey; a voyage between where we were and where we want to be. What happens if you are where you want to be though? What happens if you take stock of everything that you have, the friends that you've made and the people you've met and you're truly satisfied?
It's almost like we're discouraged to believe that this can happen to anyone. You can always buy something bigger/faster/stronger but what does it change apart from your electricity bill, and how quick you can access something that you probably don't overly appreciate. It's the curse of modern living.
These high def dreams fly through electric air on a constant basis without anything connecting them to where they began or where they end up. It's not so different to the everyday. If we had the answers we needed then we wouldn't have found out all of the things that make us stop and think how unreal this is.
I probably spend too much time thinking about things like this but there's something about the serenity of a cold and windy day viewed from the confides of somewhere warm and well lit.
There really is no reason that we can't be those people; except those people aren't those people. They're just looking at us wishing they were those people.
This begins again before it ever really stopped.