Exploring Truth

As I drove down the street in Burlingame after a day at the Pinnacles national monument, I felt a change. Suddenly the excitement of adventure and exploration vanished, and I slipped back into routine. The numbness towards stress, school, and the world quickly dissolved like waking up from a dream. And just like a dream, earlier in the day I had lost consciousness of the world; in a self-centered way, nothing else besides the moment had occurred to me.

I have always felt caught in between two worlds, and it's these kinds of moments that really take me away from one and put me in the other. It's these kinds of moments that I fear because I fear clarity. I don't want to know how everything is or how it should be or what truth is or isn't. I don't think truth exists. I enjoy being lost and confused, but only because it empowers me to explore and find a way out. Truth is an interesting concept because once you think you have it, there's nothing left to explore.

I believe that there's no corner that shouldn't be explored.




But then again, if someone enjoys knowing, then so be it. To each his own.