One thing I will never understand,
is their reluctance toward introverted exploration.
Why are such explorers sneered at?
Victims of snide remarks,
from those unwilling to explore the depths.
Is the prospect of wrestling with a question,
that has no definitive answer so daunting,
that it warrants such reluctance and hostility?
It is a question of identity,
an answer they all belive they have,
or think not important, irrelevant.
The answer itself might not be important,
but the opposite has to be considered too.
Are you afraid you’ll drown?
That if you can’t answer “you” will no longer be “you?”
As the answer to such questions tend to elude,
both them and us,
it stands to reason we are not yet capable of comprehending it.
All the more reason to tackle them.
How else are we to figure out who we are?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Does life have meaning?
I wrestle with questions such as these,
not because I think I will find an aswer,
but because the willingness to explore is important.
In search for things I know I am unlikely to find,
I stumble upon things I actually need.
Perhaps I will stumble upon something extraorinary,
something as mindblowing as an actual answer.
It is worth imagening,
regardless of how remote the possibility might seem.
I do not know who I am.
I do not know why I am here.
I do not know the meaning of life.
I have not lost my identity,
I never had a sense of direction to begin with,
and meaning is highly subjective.
So start asking the hard questions, damn it!
No one else can answer them for you.
Or are you content not knowing?
Content with ignorance?