It feels like I'll never understand anything. I'll never really know anything about God, love, people, relationships, family, philosophy... anything. I'll never really understand myself and where I fit in the world. And yet, I can't help but wonder, does the understanding really matter? We strive for a clear way for so much of our lives. We try so hard while running around in the dark. So... does it matter? I really don't know. To know if it matters, it seems I have to "understand" a multitude of other things about the Bible, humanity, etc. It's a continuous circle.
Maybe this is why some people do drugs... they come to this thought and find it circular and a tremendous pondering to unravel, so they go about their life, not understanding and not caring to anymore, all the while the drugs numb their pensive minds.
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