questions, questions, questions

life is what it is but is it what we want it to be?

questions, questions, questions?

how do we answer the questions that are thrown in our way during our life time?

do we ignore them or do we face them head on and answer them as they appear?

questions that give more questions.

answers that seem to be just out of reach, on the tip of your tongue, but not coming to mind easily.

how do i answer the questions in my own life?

it is easier to answer the questions that others have in their lives.

when did we all become introspective?

we do we question our lives when for centuries, a pattern was generally prescribed for the general population?

were we born 200 or 300 hundred years ago, our lives would have been given a set destiny depending on the profession that your father held, the gender that you were also helped the preordained route that your life would take.

now we have a choice and we question more than we ever have.

are we any closer to the fulfillment of our questions or are we further away than we have ever been?

i will never answer all the questions that i am asking myself today, let alone the questions that i will be asking tomorrow or the day after that.

are the answers more important than the questions or are the questions the way life gives us directions?

i am beginning to think that it is questions that help us in the journey of life not the answers that we come too.

so here’s to more and more questions ...