The Question

Who am I?
What am I doing here?
What is this place?
What are these thoughts?
I feel so bewildered
Is this even real?
My reality?
What is my purpose?
What is the meaning of life?
Do you know?
Does anyone?

The beauty of life exists within these questions
The beauty is the ability to question
The questions themselves are beautiful
The uncertainty and doubt
The realization that I don’t know
And I am happy with that
Living life day to day
Floating like a feather in the wind
Knowing not where I am
Or where I may be going
But I will get there
Living life unpredictably
In a manner so incredible
So undesirably special
There is something beautiful in that

But, this is only became my truth if once I became comfortable with the question
Comfortable with the uncertainty and doubt
Accepting that I don’t know
And that life is very unpredictable at times

This question drives us.
Digs deep down into our unconscious
Driving us mad, with curiousity
It makes us search for the answer
On this journey, we inevitably find more than that
We find ourselves

Now I must ask,
Who are you?



by Daryl Simons Jr.

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