Life is nothing but an adventure through the realms of knowledge and experiences that make us what we are. Man is by nature curious and being born in the Age of Information Explosion, I can't stop yearning to know. Psychology demonstrates that our interests just like our experiences are in a state of flux. Trying to ink them is like enclosing infinity in the pages of a book. Yet we have infinity better defined in the pages of the book than in our brain, because our mind cannot comprehend infinity as it is. A subset cannot define the super set, especially one that is without boundaries.
Knowledge is what we derive out of our experience. Our wonder at something incomprehensible generates a passion to acquire information on the subject. When I was a kid stories of mystery and cosmology caught my attention. I wondered gazing at the stars why do they stick in groups that move across other seemingly stationery clusters as night passes by. Why do pyramids have an association with stars? How did the ancients without telescopes know about these stars that is not visible with the naked eye? If astrology can really predict the future why do we say future is what you create. Am I the doer with an independent will or do we simply enact an already written script? Is there god or is meditation just a way to tax our brain into insanity? If there is super natural can I experience it or is it just another way of saying I don't know. What is beauty? Do we all see and call the color red as Red, or does the brain of another see it as what I see as green but still call it red? It's all in the way you are accustomed to know a thing, it's all in the brain. Brain is something we can never share, at least till today, and some questions are bound to remain unanswered, though the question itself questions the question. What is life but a quest for happiness, without being definitive about what makes us happy. So nobody is perfectly happy, thus life is just a never ending adventure for insatiable, forever expanding knowledge.