'Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.'
E. E. Cummings
Isn't it ironic the way life has a strange way of creeping up and almost making us question life itself. A question of the workings of the world, a question of love and truth, and a question of the core of our very being. Unexpected answers and uninvited questions but there's no way to escape.
Maybe we will never find some answers anyway. Perhaps some, we will regret ever knowing. But the truth is, the curiosity keeps us alive and living. It keeps us breathing and wanting to move forward and motivates us to make changes that otherwise would not be made.
Or maybe 2am reflections are just a little too reflective to make any form of logical sense..