Questions of the universe.

I was told once by a very wise man that sometimes, my questions simply cannot be answered. Sometimes, there just isn't one. Sometimes, the answers are not willing be heard. Sometimes, they are lost. After hearing this, I recalled the instances in which I hit the innermost layer but without having all my questioned answered. I wondered if I had the ability to dig deeper, I could finally understand the things that just didn't make sense, the ones that had a string with a clear path until it tangled in an endless web of complications...but alas, I did not possess that ability, and neither does any other person. That single moment of hopelessness, of bewilderment and shock that I could not get passed that pestered my mind more often than not.

'Perhaps I should block it out,' I told my self. 'Perhaps I should give up on it,' I told my self. But really, there is no "giving up" or "blocking" involved; both are technically possible and semi un-applicable to the issues. So I waited. And after hearing what I heard from a wise voice, I realized that it's true, true beyond my own understanding.

I cannot strive to understand something that is not willing to be understood. It is not to be pushed, or demanded. There is no one to demand answers from but myself. This is only happening within my own mind, and so only I can answer my own questions.
I accept that I cannot answer them. They are to be unanswered, floating.

Let it be.