Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Answers to the Questions
"I don't know the answers to the questions." That's the thought that runs through my mind each time I dance around the edges of the Rabbit Hole. And it should be more than obvious that my flirting with a breakdown happens more often than not. But what I find most odd about that particular recurring thought is that I don't quite understand its meaning. What are the questions? Why do I need answers? Okay, I'll be honest, if pressed, I can come up with more than a few questions that plague me (and even make me cry from time to time). But, then again, in the midst of a smallish flip out, "I don't know the answers to the questions," is more of a childish lament that embodies my frustrations and fears than an intellectual inquiry. And, in case its not clear, tonight, I don't know the answers to the questions.