looking for the truth, I lost myself, and it felt great.

the child grew.
led by the many processes that makes a person develop, processes which he did not know or understand. that he nonetheless, got to live through.
one of them, specially curious and irritating -- an unwavering persistence in questioning.
to know.

but why know?

even as we live for others, we do not know for them.
for it is a deeply personal exercise. that which one knows is only for one's own self.

and as such, bonds were made.
the one who would seem to know all; why is the sky blue?
the one who could not ever answer properly, but gave answers without speaking; am I alone?
or one capable of giving a certainty even if for but a mere moment
why am i enough?

the last truth I was eager to find - which seemed to answer all questions.
but more questions were made.
this once, however – I knew – to not know never made me empty.
it is what I always needed.