The epilogue to the last post:
Not all doubts need to be explored. Some truths are not yours to unearth. Not all journeys are worth embarking on. Some things pre-date you and maybe there's no way of knowing what happened. Sometimes, the truth can be like an onion. Utterly confusing, and the more it is peeled, the less whole it becomes. A hidden truth, especially if personal, has often made me feel like I have no bearing, no control over my surroundings. The feeling is that of an orphan searching for his predecessors in a pre-DNA fingerprinting world where you can never be sure of the origins of something. In such a case, I have learnt to leave things as they are, treating them as the great mysteries of existence.
Maybe this is the answer. Maybe this is the journey such doubts deserve. That of ignorance.
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