If all answers were always available to all our amazing questions, would life still be alliteratively attractive or alluring? Ample time would be there to spend at ease without another absolutely inspiring question to bother us. Apart from anxiety of what might happen if we don’t find that answer, we are able to relax in gay abandon. Still, wouldn’t it affect our soul’s need for adventure, result in an abatement of our imagination than an addition to it? So rather than trying to be an all-knowing ace, can’t we just try to ably apply our mind to taking in seemingly absurd thoughts? Now to accept something new and exciting, that to me would be an awesome accrediting accomplishment.
© Leo 19/July/2011