Unanswered questions will always remain questions silently tucked somewhere waiting to be cleared like a sleeping volcano – despite of the beauty brought by its calmness, its wrath awaits while it boils up quietly inside. I have learned to control the outbursts of these unanswered questions because, as quoted by someone else, they’re all in the past and they don’t matter anymore. In the past? True. Don’t matter. Uhm…
We ask because we don’t understand and when we don’t understand, we tend to make our own conclusions, may they be right or not, just so we can hold on to something. Conclusions that are a mix of our observations, our biased feelings and a bit of consideration of all others concerned. And its state of uncertainty lingers giving you another set of choices: make yourself believe or seek for clarity whenever possible.
I’ve seen people go crazy holding all these questions and they destroyed characters and relationships. In between the day a question was first asked and the day when the question finally found an answer, a very beautiful story can be built on the foundation of one’s own make-believe. Stories that can easily be scrapped by the significant answers that are meant to be buried alive.
On the better side… We are all gifted by intellect and sentiment. Powerful gifts that should help you understand and bring good things out of everything. Traits that help you weigh things so you can choose. Traits that help you forgive those who seek forgiveness despite of the disaster they have caused. There is always a way to work things out even if the answers that we fear most yet we still wish to know aren’t the best set one can get.
