Questions

Sense/s 

• physiological capacities of organisms that provide data for perception. 
• a meaning conveyed or intended 
• conscious awareness or rationality
• capacity for effective application of the powers of the mind as a basis for action or response

A lot of people ask themselves "Who do you actually live for?". I ask myself this every now and then. And the answer, believe it or not, is actually surrounding me. But really, who do I live for? The answer seems very simple yet complicated. Sure you want to live for your family, your friends, your colleagues, yourself, but is it really just that simple? A lot of people live for the sake of living, is that enough of a reason? Carpe Diem. Seize the Day. Living each day as if it were your last. Why? They say that "Living for the sake of living" is a myth. Is it really? For Who is it really? Who do you live for? Who do I live for? Who?

To do things for others. To do things for yourself. To do things to further mankind. What is it really? What makes us tick? What makes us bend over? What makes the world go round? What is what anyway? Peace and War, they say to achieve one you must go through the other. What is it that makes man hate his fellow man enough to kill him? You hear stories everyday of war in a far away place, for what? Resources? Bragging rights? Religion? You glimpse your neighbors fighting, on what terms? Poverty? Jealousy? What is the reason i'm talking about this? What makes this a priority over the things i normally do? What do we do to fix this all? What?

At this time, I am at my computer, typing this up. A few hours from now. I'll be at my bed, trying to sleep. Tomorrow, i'll be somewhere probably different when i wake up. At this point and time, war is being waged somewhere, a poor soul is dying for the sake of others he hasn't even met yet. A few seconds have passed, somebody just got born. Time is gold, Time is of the essence, Time is the most important and scarce resource mankind has. When time stops, I stop. When time stops, we stop. The ever flowing river that is time.  As I procrastinate more and more on when I should be doing something, a poor souls begs to be fed. When do we act?  When do you move off your ass and try to be of importance to this world? When do we start? When?

Asia, Europe, Africa, North America, South America, Oceania. The 6 liveable continents. The place where everything happens. Be it good or bad. Be it life or death. Earth. The one and only. Every moment and every event of every man's life on earth plants something in his soul. If that was true, then planting seeds of hate and disdain, of negative thoughts nurtures it as well. Somewhere in this world, something is happening, and all of us are definitely involved, directly or indirectly. Somewhere completely opposite of you, someone maybe making a discovery, someone maybe getting shot at. Where were you when somebody needed you? Where were you? Where do I go from here? Where do you go from here? Where does man go from here? Where?

Making sense of what to write about. Making sense of why I'm writing. Making sense of why not just sleep. Making sense of it all. Why is it important to make sense? Why am I trying hard to actually make this not senseless? Why do us, as rational beings want things to make sense? Would it hurt anybody if you did something that just didn't make sense? In Maslow's hierarchy of needs, Self Actualization tops the list, which is basically someone who has actually made the sense of it all. Someone who has reached his full potential. Why is this important? Why am I talking about this? Why am I asking questions? Why?

~hand.written