Why... "Sometimes"
The reason for my last post, Sometimes Sometime I need to crawl into my shell when my stress hormones have been let out in excess. And then you'll find me in a state which would be something like this... My sleep goes for a toss and I feel like plunging into knowing the wonders of life, how past-present-future occurs and why do living beings turn into dust after death, what happens when we die and why are we born, what is a soul and does it really exist? I feel the urge to know what lies beyond this blue cover over us- the thing that turns black at night when away from the sun- the thing we call 'sky', what exists within the sun, are there something called as 'aliens', what makes us think, what makes us love, who arises this feeling of loneliness in us, why do we cry when we are hurt, what makes me write, what makes me move my fingers on the keypad the way I want to, is red actually red in color or is it the dhoka of eyes, what makes people trust and what makes pe...