Questions that need to hang, that literally once asked hinge on the question mark itself; the sickled shaped symbol that it is….all beginning with “Will you?” Questions that wonder about a future result, a result that can only occur based on present actions.
These open unanswered questions, with each day may receive a different answer and while the intention is to eventually answer, the question itself may shrivel up on that very sickle and lose life. The life with which it was hinging on to continue on with the life of the answer the breath that was to breathed into the question. The story never to have a beginning.
I feel as though the twenties of an adult persons life is this way; a holding pattern. We have so many questions that will eventually lead us into a direction, so many forks, we can keep spinning around and around trying to choose a path. But where? Like the whirling dervish you may find yourself spinning and spinning yourself into a frenzy, until you collapse with no answers to the questions in your head, just fatigue.
Indecision, is a dangerous disease; a symptom of your twenties