Wondering Away​

Wonder, I think might be my favourite word. It is simple, yet holds endless possibilities. It’s like a cliffhanger, of life.

I think I spend most of my waking hours wondering. It works as a nectar, and my buzzing just goes on and on and on.

I wonder about the future,
I wonder about the past,
I wonder about my existence,
I wonder about human’s existence,
I wonder a lot.
And in turn, feel a lot.

Or

Maybe I just like to think that I feel too much, that somehow, I am possibly the only one amongst 7 billion humans who has just a little wide spectrum of feelings.

Or

Maybe it is just that pathetic need we humans have, to feel unique, to validate our existence.