Stupid Questions

Questions linger on the tip of my tongue that I’m unwilling to ask for fear of hearing the wrong answer. It’s something I want so much and so willing to work towards, but I detest disappointment and sorrow. The question I ask to my self: Is it better to know the truth and be able to pursue happiness or is it better to live in ignorant bliss with the ideal outcome providing happiness?

I guess I need to explain a bit about my belief system. My outlook tends to be agnostic, believing that there is something larger than us as humans out there. I don’t believe this larger entity takes human form. Rather, it is an ultimate truth that each soul tries to achieve through obtaining their personal happiness. The beliefs I hold were shaped by a number of different religions, leading me to become more of a spiritualist. My problem with organized religion is that it fosters corruption and many religions are so narrow-minded that they exclude many people. The questions then arise: Is this why our country is headed in its current direction? Does big religion ultimately drive big business and big government with its copious cash flow? Does President Dubya Bush think his father is God, himself Jesus, and the cabinet members his disciples?

That took an odd tangent.

Back to the original topic. Questions are now part of my every day life, anything from personal to professional and all avenues in between. As in the past six months, the main question that rears it’s head almost every day is how to make it home to the northeast. A few minutes ago, this song came over Radio Paradise and it sums up what I’m thinking fairly well:

Talking Heads

This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) Lyrics

Home is where I want to be

Pick me up and turn me round

I feel numb – burn with a weak heart

(So I) guess I must be having fun

The less we say about it the better

Make it up as we go along

Feet on the ground

Head in the sky

It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong… nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time

Hi yo you got light in your eyes

And you’re standing here beside me

I love the passing of time

Never for money

Always for love

Cover up and say goodnight… say goodnight

Home – is where I want to be

But I guess I’m already there

I come home – she lifted up her wings

Guess that this must be the place

I can’t tell one from another

Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time Before we were born

If someone asks, this where I’ll be… where I’ll be

Hi yo We drift in and out

Hi yo sing into my mouth

Out of all those kinds of people

You got a face with a view

I’m just an animal looking for a home

Share the same space for a minute or two

And you love me till my heart stops

Love me till I’m dead

Eyes that light up, eyes look through you

Cover up the blank spots

Hit me on the head

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