How far must one travel to know where the world truly is …? To understand it beyond the learning of TV and second-hand views and feel if as you know. You know?
Maybe not. ME: I’m not sure if I’m making sense but then sense isn’t necessary in understanding this world and I figure I should be qualified to know this, having wandered the world now most of my adult life as I approach 40 – solo & nomadic, without much possessions, no social circle, no permanent job, etc - and am wondering what next and where and what sense does anything ever make.
And I answer: there is no sense except to say: this is how it is. An unpredictable and senseless and strange world and in fact, life itself, is much the same. Existing because we do and mostly because we don’t.
Don’t know what it’s about. But if it’s going okay or it’s alotta fun – let’s have more and if it’s not, get it better or can’t wait to end it, but still, there is no sense as in why we’re here.
Some say religion gives answers but I think not. Not if you ask too many questions. But if you believe, well, good, but for me the answers have never been enough … and so I ask where is the world? What is life? As I continue on the trail, knowing that I’ll never know …
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