Why is it that the Silhouette holds us so captive?
And then when the light decides to shine in, it is of no interest to us anymore.
What is it with people and mystery?
As long as there is a puzzle which is yet to be unraveled, we cling onto them.
Why are we so keen on unwrapping the present?
And discard it without much hesitation, when we finally live in it.
What is it about inscrutable stories that we are drawn to them?
As if to find an answer for a question, we are not even sure of.
There’s something about the unknown, the unseen, and the mysteries that we are so drawn to them.
Is this really a bad thing though? Won’t life be boring if we stopped looking for the unknown?
But is it really a good thing though? Shouldn’t we be more grateful of what we have already?
Or is there a balance that we are yet to find and reach?