Some people go through life without asking too many questions. I’m not one of them. I live with too much awareness. I analyze everything, question everything, I want to understand how and why things work the way they do. I can’t accept things just because, or adapt without first understanding them. This way of being isn’t a choice, it’s how I exist. It can be exhausting, but it also pushes me to search for truth, even when it hurts.

Not everyone understands what it means to live like this. Sometimes I wish I cared less, that I could ignore contradictions or injustice without feeling affected. But I can’t. And I don’t know if that’s a flaw or just a way of being more alive. What I do know is that once you start asking certain questions, there’s no going back.