
We all look for answers
And sometimes it takes
All our lives to find them
It becomes an ongoing search
Day and night
And when you find it
It might not be the right one
Or the one
You want to hear
Alex
We all look for answers
And sometimes it takes
All our lives to find them
It becomes an ongoing search
Day and night
And when you find it
It might not be the right one
Or the one
You want to hear
Alex
That’s entirely true. Sometimes it’s better not to ask the question in the first place.
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Excellent poem. And very true.
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The search for answers is something like how the various nebulae interact with each in the vastness of space .. or it is something akin to the bubbles generated in a glass of champagne. Each particle of either of the aforesaid seem to be always in search of position or destiny or both and even though their movements in their quest seem to be random, there is always underlying purpose so maybe the answers that we seek are not the answers that our instinct for our survival needs and maybe the results of our quest for those answers are engineered for us by something deep within the essence of our real selves. I liked the method that American Inventor, Thomas Edison used for seeking answers … He took lengthy naps with a pad of writing paper and a writing instrument by his side and when inspiration came during his sleep period, he would jot the answers down. This technique seemed to work well for the great inventor. I am working on using the same techniques to discover winning number combinations in lottery games. I believe that our subconscious minds are a lot smarter than our conscious minds so we shall see. Your proposition in your post is intriguing.
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