Great are the questions people ask.
Well, why talk about people when we in ourselves can deal with ‘THE Great Questions’ !
How it happens that a question floats unexpectedly into our mind and we know in an instant that this is an errand that would detain us for the rest of our life.
It might question your existence or can make it easy as well.
Yes, definitely there are questions that aren’t meant to be answered and sometimes a mere thought or hint of its answer leads to cobweb of all possible explanations or a whole lot of series of questions in which once caught, untangling becomes awfully hard.
Not all questions can be answered nor should be. They possess tendency to annihilate our essence and presence.
And we being the species who search for the right and exact word to answer a question, express a feeling, fear, ecstasy or intensity of sadness, we tend to ignore the question and try to move on.
That, upto a certain level seems okay and acceptable but deep inside our heart we know that these questions will keep flashing in front of our eyes, no matter if we are busy dreaming, even lucidly, or we are dealing with happiness, sadness or anxiety. They won’t leave even while watching our favourite series or Wimbledon finals. And, not to forget, you just can’t ignore them while taking a shower. In illusion, in delusion they are always there. Around your head. Buzzing like a swarm of bees. Wanting to be dealt. At once. Forever.
But, then again, knowing that finding proper answer is next to impossible we try to chuck them off knowingly or unknowingly thinking that they would stop irritating us or we ourselves would stop bothering about them, one fine day (which never really comes).
Though subtly we do convince and prepare ourselves to accept the questions and then they appear. Right in front. We stumble. We fumble. We fall. We understand. We understand that we never really are or will be fully prepared to face those questions. Forget about the answers.
Pondering over such questions becomes a hobby.
Avoiding them becomes a habit.
Hiding from those defenceless questions become comfort zone.
Facing the questions was never the question !
Somebody has put it so aptly that perhaps the biggest answers aren’t in response to the questions but only to an appreciation of the mystery of the question itself.