I woke up to a series of questions this morning. Why did I wake up so early when I couldn’t get to sleep last night? Why is my computer back to its original awesome state when it was on death’s door? Why is there a pheasant sneaking across my lawn? (I live in an urban beach area) And why did I step into the shower with the song ‘Let’s get physical’, conveyer-belting through my mind?
The problem is that I can’t answer any of these questions. These are the ones that evade me and toy with my brain. It’s more complex than why is the grass green and the sky blue.
The day continued on and more unanswerable thoughts and ideas were pondered. Why does the neighbour’s dog come to crap on my lawn? What makes stuff funny? Why does the electrician feel the need to explain in depth about how the thermostat works on the hot water cylinder? Why can’t I fold my own washing and put it away?
More importantly, where do all of these questions come from and am I the only one who admits to an over-dose of random thought processes?
I do however adore young children for their innocent minds and creative questions. Their way of thinking has not yet been conformed to society’s what’s acceptable to say and question, they simply shoot straight from the hip without being judged. I endeavour to be like that, and don’t care about the furrowed brows and raised eyebrows that are aimed in my direction as a result of free thinking and questioning.
I was babysitting way back when I was a bean pole with short hair, in high school. Before the parents had left for their evening out, the four year old son asks ‘Are ants thinner than water?’ Hmmm, how do you begin to answer such an amazing question, after stifling laughter?
Sometimes I wonder if I can lasso in my queries… but I know that’s not possible. I was made to ask – out loud and proud.