i have been having a lot of deep talks with Keidan… (she really is something i tell you. so inspirational) and we were in my room yesterday, waiting for the gym to empty, having one of the most mind-blowing conversation i’ve ever had. it’s really nice to be able to meet someone like her… someone who is as curious as i am and doesn’t freak out when she knows i read Virgin Suicides.
so we were talking about life and how everything seems to turn out, and also about questions… we were talking about why people no longer ask questions they’re supposed to be asking themselves, or the world, or society in general. because we have to be honest and say that when people question themselves a lot, they will sooner or later inevitably fall into an identity crisis–the question is, whether or not they are brave enough to lose themselves to find something better. something allegedly embedded deep inside their body or mentality that it becomes obscured and out of view.
because i refuse to believe the idea that humanity is just ignorant. i refuse to believe that everyone acts like shit and doesn’t, say… support a cause they believe in because they’re too scared about what their friends would say, or if they do not fight for a cause because they haven’t experienced it beforehand. i refuse to believe that humans live just to mindlessly conform to society because that must not be all there is to life.
but then there lies this other question. when are we going to stop questioning? when are we finally going to say: “okay, we’ve hit rock bottom.” ? when are we going to reach the underlying basis of all of these questions, realizing that the answer is divine intervention?
so many questions to ask, so many answers lies hidden, so little time.
but then again, in the eyes of a child, everything is a question. and in the eyes of a child, everything can be an answer.