QUESTION all matters of the world
My brother: Who is that?
My brother: Who is that?
Me: The main character
My brother: What is she doing?
Me: She’s setting a trap
My brother: Where is she?
Me: Someone’s house
My brother: Why?
Me: To catch the bad guy, just watch the movie! Stop asking
so many questions.
My brother: Well Kylie, if I never ask then I’ll never know.
Me: (silent)
Over the course of my junior year I have began to question everything
I used to believe whole-heartedly in. My God, my parents, my sport, my family,
my friends and even myself, it seems like everyday I’m asking “why?” The list
goes on and it all makes me feel uncertain. To describe the uneasiness I get
from the feeling; its like my questions are a never-ending river. It is
frightening because my flow increases each day. This whole idea of questioning
is upsetting to me because I like the feeling of knowledge. Doubt just makes me
feel queasy and unsteady. The fear that comes with this doubt is how I know I’m
doing at least one thing right. I don’t just follow the easiest course or the
prettiest route. I believe in questioning morals, values, emotions, priorities,
logic, love, everything! Have you ever heard it’s more about the journey and
not the destination? Well the questions I ask myself are my journey. My journey
will not always lead me to where I think I want to go, but the places I need to
go. If Thomas Edison never had a curious bone in his body, would we have light
bulbs? If Albert Einstein never questioned his work, would he have changed the
world of physics? All these brilliant people, kept asking, trying, experimenting
then repeating. They are my aspiration. I wish to keep doubting, what I believe
because if I doubt and I am proven correct, I’ll know with out a doubt that
it’s real. I’ll know the truth. Though 99% of the time I hate not knowing and I
feel lost or confused, it’s the uncertainty of all things that make this life
so special for me. The inconsistency that makes life such a challenge that I
welcome. Life will always remain the same if we don’t challenge it. I take no
pleasure in being proven wrong, but at least I know that my question was worthy
of attention, and I know the reality of my question. In the future I wish to
see people questioning the limits of which they are willing to go. In the
future I want to see people having an open mind and consider that what they
believe might be wrong. I want to see people questioning our mainstream society
and able to speak with courage on the matter that is their truth. I want to see
young adults make their own path, rather than follow in the line that they
think they are expected to. Why not ask the how, when, why, what, where, and
who? If people never ask the questions, they will never find the answer that
lies inside them. Take the opportunity to question. People have every right to
question life. Though I fear its not that they don’t want the answer, but that
they are afraid of it. I will admit I am scared of the answers. I am worrying
about my future. I am unable to always ask the most meaningful question because
I don’t think anything with substance will come out. I am afraid that I have no
depth to make so I force myself not to ask the life changing questions. Mr.
Geib once brought up that children who come from divorced families tend to get
divorced themselves. That topic really hit a soft spot for me. In light of the
recent events I have asked myself “If I try hard enough and pick the perfect
person, will I end up like my parents?” I pray that the answer is no. I love
them so much; they are a real blessing to me. I just couldn’t live with some of
their actions. I struggle with never asking the right questions at the right
time. I learn an infinite amount of lessons from the questions I ask myself,
yet I fear I am still missing the soul purpose of what this life holds. I am scared
to look stupid or naïve in front of my peers. I feel dumb when I ask a question
that already has an answer. But does it really have a written in stone answer?
Or are they constantly changing and evolving? Does life have any true purpose?
Am I good enough daughter or sister? What’s the point in doing well in school?
What monster would kill 20 preschoolers in cold blood? Who could rape that
innocent girl? What’s is my self-worth?
Why are people so rude and mean to each other? Am I meant do something
great? What do I desire? What makes me itch? What if money had no worth? What
would I choose to be if money were no object? Will I be doing things I don’t
like doing if I’m just after the money? Am I going to end up as a waitress for
the rest of my life? When I picture happiness, what do I see? Will I always live in fear of becoming
like my parents? Will I want kids? How much time until I find out what I want
to do as a career? Do I watch too much TV? Is Mr. Geib looking at me for the
answer? Did he just throw a rubber chicken at my head? Some of these questions
have answers; but as I continue to think most of them do not, at least for now.
Questioning the world and the people in it is healthy for me because it always
keeps me on my toes. Focused and alert is the way I want to be. In the future I
hope people question their lives. Question the government, love, loss, pain,
anger, depression, murder, suicide, rape, and most of all what really makes them
happy. Question it all, because it’s all there waiting for your attention.
Waiting to see what everyone’s different answers are. That is the only way to a happy, healthy
and fulfilled life. The beautiful thing about always asking questions is you
come up with all different kinds of meaningful answers, they may not be related
but they still matter. So my question for you is, what’s the next thing you
will question?
