inquisitivity

sometimes i don't understand life. i know we're not really meant to get answers from our questions because the questions we have about life are meant to be just that-- mysteries that will remain forever unsolved. maybe in time, as we grow older, we forget about the questions that we have when we were younger and they disappear into some blackhole at the back of our minds-- forever forgotten like they never existed. that's what we do when we grow older, right? we stop asking questions because we learn to "go with the flow" and let the stream take us anywhere because we just stop caring.

and sometimes i don't understand myself why i still get frustrated when i don't get answers.

these are the woes of inquisitivity.