Huh… Finally home and at ease, after a month of far-reaching comfortable bus rides, irritating reflections on longer flights, popping from between smiling faces, to compelling frowny appearances, encountering with different amounts of culture in depth, dictating me through a bottomless judgmental battle, forced by preconceptions of enduring civic cultures. Settling abroad for longer periods of time, sparked the usual lot of questions, but for the first time, I got a thread of answers!
A mind-boggling experience, to say the least. To look from within people’s eyes, viewing things for what they really are, brings me to another coherent threads of question & answer, but what does that mean anyway? Does everything come with an answer? Is it really that simple? Well! How many questions can one really think of, and ask? How many of those questions are conceived and distinguished in their fair share of circumstances? what about their answers? how many answers do/will we accept and embrace?
So… What if we have answers to some or many questions, what does that authenticate? Does it give us privileges? Does it give any rights? Who empowered us with them? Our countries? teachers? Our fathers, and mothers? One’s self! Will we pass them on to The Ones who follow us or only to our followers? Where does our true nature seek quiescence, with no ifs ands or buts ?
