solutions, the beginning.

it was never the beginning.

Solutions, the beginning.  

Solutions, what are they? Mixed components of life lost, forgotten. Headaches faced and concurred just to breach a wall, a wall as high as our own conscious. Every darn thing that breaths, walks strive to leave a mark, a scar and the only element needed to make their remains noticeable is to find solutions, solutions worthwhile considering, believing. Solutions so needed solutions that will change the way we perceive things, the solution that will change this world.

What does a solution mean to an individual, what will change if he finds a solution? An answer? What if all the questions he ever asked were answered? He will breathe, sleep... peacefully, without any weights over his shoulders, without any doubts on himself, his own conscious, intellect.  He will run fee, run wild knowing all the walls, paths, blocks and ways to every maze he runs into, finding every piece of every missing puzzle, Solving problems, confusions. Quenching his thirst for wisdom and perception.... killing his excitement, freezing his life. Nothing new comes up, nothing different happens, nothing proves the existence of the unknown, places he has never been to, nothing proves of a life that he never lived, a life with his own mistakes, with his own ignorance, with his own wrong choices.

Knowing everything is just a theory that could never suit mankind, could never suit a species that feeds on the unknown. We live our life trying to figure out why we live, why we exist and we wake up every morning fighting the same demons that gave us nightmares last night. We phase all through this to just figure out why and the instant we find an answer, a solution for all this, our existence becomes meaningless. We become filled papers with no more lines to write. Our adventure ends. Solutions were never the beginning, it is just a means to an end.  

Author's Note

I love exploring, I loved this journey. open to all sorts of criticism