I like to argue, I like to debate, I like to correct, I like to prove, I like to reason, I am very curious about reasons, in, and of reasons, without finding out the explanations of every single reason of another reason, of a certain decision, of a certain happening, I’d feel as though there’s something I should do that I haven’t done.
I like to analyze decisions, situations, reasons, happenings, or should I say, everything.
It’s both good, and a bad thing.
Questions like “why did the wind blow that piece of paper away” can somehow lead me to think of ridiculous questions like “why is wind spelt as wind” for the whole day.
When I’m curious about people, I’d even try to understand them by knowing about their parents and even their ancestors’ genes if possible before judging and explaining them.
The best example is the belief in reglions, the belief in God. I’d die to know why people believe in both when NONE at all has ever seen God, NONE at all has ever experienced anything that is 100% related to God and nothing else but God. My belief is that, “God” and “Religions” are two terms used when one does not understand certain things and refuses to accept the fact.
“God” and “Religions” are two terms used to console oneself from being “unable to understand some things.”
I’ve been trying to reason out many stuffs lately.
I’ve managed to reason out many stuffs lately.
But I’m still not content.
Please ignore anything before this sentence if it doesn’t really make sense.
Those pull up bars, those classrooms, those toilet sessions, those walks around the school during lesson time, those rebellions, those after school hangouts.
It all begins tomorrow.
