Why, is there the same question in life always? It’s like a recurring variable in a chapter of a subject wherein life itself has become a subject, and a chapter keeps on repeating with different variables. But why do we perform in the same manner as we did it before. Ideally when one repeats a certain thing, one becomes perfect. But when we have a subject like life, the chapter although repeats, has the same result. Why can’t we apply logic here? probably……….probably what?
It is said that mind never stops thinking but I do sometimes…… feel blank. Have I stopped being a human being or does everyone experience the same. It’s like all the questions that arise in mind suddenly don’t appear or is it that there isn’t any answer to it.
Life has so many synonyms and these days I am experiencing one of them that is life has become like a Maze where I come to the same place from where I had started.
