Tell me, Will you?

Tell me, if there is anyone you know with no question unanswered, tell me you are not occupied with several questions yourself. If you can’t, then let me ask you something. If there were nothing to stop you, no boundaries, no troubles, no insufficiencies; if you could go in search of anything you set your mind to, what would it be? Would you go behind unknown treasures lying beneath the ocean bed or hiding under a huge mountain? Would you go to places that still lie uncharted or abandoned? Would you get yourself wonderstruck with the beauty of nature? Would you choose to get lost in the golden tinges of the sun-lit skies or with the riches of gold and silver that would maybe turn your lives around? And when you do go, to wander in places a-new, would you choose to search the depths of your heart? And even after all this, would you still find everything you need?


If I could go however far, If I could search for anything I set my mind to, I’d choose to search for something that gives meaning to everything I see and all that I feel raging inside me. Why do I see things the way I see them? Why do I feel a certain way? Why was I given this life and what am I to do with it? I’d search for answers to these questions that have been haunting me for a long time now and maybe somewhere in between the answers to these, I'll find lost pieces of my soul. Perhaps I’ll find myself and all that I was purposed to be. Perhaps I’ll find all my emotions gracefully embracing one another to make one ultimate portrait of the true meaning of its existence. I’d go in search of everything that sets my mind at ease, all the answers that I’m yet to know, and all the ways that’d keep helping me grow. And when I do realize what it all means to me, I’d search for every ounce of strength that I can find to live my purpose. 


If being able to find these out for yourself isn’t the greatest treasure, then what is? If life isn’t a pursuit of answers, then what is it meant to be?


If I’m wrong or If I’m right, if you know a place like this, if you’ve found your answers somewhere, tell me. Maybe it’ll help calm these storms, or it won’t. But tell me, will you?


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