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Imponderables

Staring into the darkness in a way that depicts I understand it but do I really?

Trying to ponder on the imponderables leaving out the possibility of a higher being responsible for things unexplainable, I curiously think on...

How do I explain the concept behind the creation of the heaven and the earth?

How do I understand the mystery of life and death?

How does someone just live today and die tomorrow?

What happens after our death?

Where do we go to when we die?

When is the poor going to be as rich as the rich?

Will they ever?

Why do we want to be rich?

How do we measure riches?

How rich is rich?

Why do we go through challenges?


If it's to make us stronger, aren't we strong enough yet?

What are we trying to be strong for or against?

Why do we lie?

To save our own face or someone else's or just for the love we have for lying?

Why do we cry?

To express joy or sadness or a mixture of both?

What is love?

How do we know when we are in love?

Is it the same signs with everyone or does it differ according to our different personalities?

Why do bad things happen to good people?

How do we even know good people?

What makes a person a good person?

What is good and what is bad?

How do we even know when something or someone is good or bad?

Is it because the society says so or because we individually think so?

Who is the society?

Who makes the rules?

Is it we or the government?

Who are we?

Who's the government?

Who does the rule favor? Everyone?

Or a few privileged?

What qualifies you to be privileged or less privileged?

Who are you?

What makes you who you are?

What differentiates you from others?

I could go on and on but I'd like to take a break.


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