Hmm… where do I even begin?
I’m curious about everything. The state of the world? The real reason we’re here? Why are we born into families that trigger us like a faulty alarm system? And why, after all that, are we expected to pay bills and clap politely at weddings?
I wonder… is this really a planet, or are we standing on a giant cosmic illusion with very convincing grass?
Have we been spoon-fed a nice comforting program since birth while the truth winks at us from the shadows? Why are the ‘conspiracy theorists’ starting to sound more sane than the newsreaders? Why does no one question that we all stare at tiny glowing rectangles like zombies, scrolling our lives away?
Is the Earth flat, round, hollow, or shaped like a cosmic potato? I don’t know. But something deep inside me whispers that everything we were taught in school needs a serious re-evaluation.
Are we in a Matrix? Or are we just addicted to drama, like actors who’ve forgotten it’s a play? Why do the rules of this place feel like a stitched-together patchwork of truth, manipulation, ancient wisdom, and modern madness?
And what’s the actual point of any of it?
Why do animals seem to carry ancient knowledge in their bones, while we humans can’t even agree on what a “fact” is anymore?
And birthdays… still not convinced we should be celebrating the passage of time like it’s a gift when it often feels more like a countdown.
Honestly, I’m not trying to be difficult. I just think asking the big questions is the only way to keep your soul awake.
As Granny Frass used to say:
“The world’s full of answers, love… just be careful who’s handing them to you.”
And Sir Percival, my smug old tomcat with a twitchy tail and more wisdom than most gurus, once looked up from his nap, blinked slowly, and muttered (telepathically, of course):
“Curiosity didn’t kill me. I faked my death and moved to the astral realm. Much quieter there.”
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
Leave a reply to satyam rastogi Cancel reply