What was the fuel that drove you into the present and will drive you into the future?
What was the motive for the bridges burned and or moments wasted?
Was the yearning for change a longing for the past?
Or was the only thing that mattered the present since the past and future seemed more and more like a grand illusion with every present moment that presented itself to a conscious mind that could not truly fathom the concept of consciousness itself?
Would the greatest of discoveries just lead to more questions?
Where can we find truth? Who are we? Who aren't we?
It doesn't make sense.
But doesn't that make it all the more beautiful?