at times i question myself. questions that i myself can ask. i myself can answer. reason being,they are questions you don't ask someone else. it's purely rhetoric. at times, quizzical.
i wonder why things happen. yes,they do happen and exist due to a reasoning. sometimes you can't help but question that normality. that system of things getting down. how things work. when you're confused or lost about something. questions help ease the mind from confusion. answers help make you come to realisation the purpose of things.
existence itself is a uncanny thing. unexplainable. to me,at least. that's what i choose to believe.
death is forth-coming. something that we come to expect in a certain point in our lives. it has to come one day. we have to go. others amongst us have too.
birth is a sort of replenishing the stock kind of process. to put it in a crude way, that is. in other words, with every death occur, a birth takes place.
questions will forever bug our minds. it causes us to think. it helps us live our life. imagine dead brains not asking questions to oneself. it's useless. how mundane will life be?