Musings of a Mongoose - 17. Questions I Ask Myself

Who are you?
Who would you be if no one had harmed you?
What would you have become?
Would you have sought to better the world?
Or would you have wallowed away, not knowing the problems?
What would you have become?
Are you an angel because you've suffered the pains of hell?
Or a devil because you've suffered the pains of heaven?
What does it mean to be a beacon of light, consumed by the shadows cast from your own past?
What does it mean to be a shadow of your former self, yet a guiding light to others on the same path?
Are you good or are you evil?
Will anyone know the difference in the end, or is question irrelevant?
Why do anything?
Why do nothing?
Why does the void weep when the chaos laughs?
Why does the chaos laugh when the void weeps?
Why does the world not make sense, yet exist in perfect balance to every equal opportunity?
We do not understand ourselves, and yet we pretend.
Somehow, the illusion motivates us toward reality.
The blind lead the blind into the eternal ditch.
And yet we dig.