cancelling the silly question

tell me you don't enjoy asking questions and i'll keep thwacking your head until you're aroused enough to confess that you see a bunch of glistening question marks. we're all the same. we've all been through elementary school and had our fair share of encounters with teachers who'd pull ours ears out upon spotting that quintessential silly mistake that featured ever so often in the generic math workbook or the penmanship log. i can never forget to recount Mrs.Rodrigues of k.g.prep beating me to death for never ever getting my math tables straight. she made me think i'm a dimwit when i knew i`m worth better.so i learnt to hate math and got phobic about numbers.i also learnt to write soulful poetry.and then i've such dreamy memories of the candy-floss haired Mrs.Branch who would routinely hand out big 5-Star chocolates to "special" children who asked the most number of questions and make the greatest number of "attempts". there was nothing like a "silly mistake" or a "bad question" in the world she spun for us. and so i learnt to know that there is goodness in the world and that i must never stop making "attempts. i also learnt to *know* that i`m special.but somehow, most of us have grown up with our peers shutting us up at the mention of something that sounds unintelligible or plain sense-less.too much soul gets damaged with conditioning.adults will never stop advocating being adult about well...life. truth is,they envy innocence. in the world of the big,intelligent and correct people,growing up is always such a big,intelligent and correct thing. they keep making noise about being the big fish in the bigger ocean and about staying afloat,no matter the situation. and a lot of mind goes into finding that right kind of survival skill.cut shot.transition.enter sandman.see why kids hate the sandman? i love asking questions. i`m not too afraid of making mistakes either.i feel like i`m doing fine as long as i can smile it over and try again. and i feel free as long as i have room to keep trying again. don't you just love the honey flavored taste of simplicity? of anything and everything that comes undone? don't you enjoy uncomplicating that knot in a shoestring or solving a crossword? there is something so magical and powerful about raising a question to the nature of things. like Tell Me Why tomes and How Things Work episodes. solace comes through spiritual inquiry too. that's how restlessness finds its own abode.
ask your questions,i say.be a brave march-past squad member while you do it.be loud.stay curious and never allow yourself to feel satiated lest it bloats your mind.
"ask and you shall receive",spake the Christ.i try to unlearn a lot.even in grad school.in life experiences.great things happen when you detach the mind from matters,sometimes. i like waking up every once in a while and reminding myself that i know nothing. that there is wayyyyyyy too much i've to find out about. that life is,perchance,just about the idea of questioning better and getting richer with being able to delve deeper into the self,into situations,into phenomena. that just maybe there is something so existentially uplifting about about posing questions no matter how lofty or baseless. no matter the definition or correctness of the answer. just asking. just shooting an arrow into the air. carefree. stressless. sometimes i wake up with answers and try backtracking them to corresponding questions. amazing possibilities begin to unfurl each time. isn't it thrilling to think that each time a question is asked, it travels through billions of atoms in space,resounds in the universe and boomerangs back with a host of answers? wow...i`m sorry,dear questions for all those times that someone branded you silly. let's just leave them smart alecs alone. i`m with you all the way : )