Those who don’t ask questions remain baffled for their lifetime. Questions help to understand other people and their problems, and sometimes, fortunately, the solutions pave their way through the heaps of ashes form by questions. The answer, like a phoenix, rises from the questions, it remains hiding in them.
Questions act as a conduit between two persons, two cultures and help to understand each other better. The Socratic method helps to see through words, to connect with the souls.
Sometimes, we ask questions to ourselves, to our minds. And, perhaps, this process is an insatiable one as we seldom get satisfactory answers. The most disturbing question I’ve faced with myself is, “Who Am I?”
The thirst of knowing myself, the inter-connection between He and me and the universe- this always remains an unanswered one to me.
I keep on searching the answer….I need to know it…this is perhaps an ongoing quest for me, travelling through levels of realization to reach the end, the destined one.
Ever faced that haunting question? “Who Am I?”