I don’t know what I am searching for. The search is always on. I search on google, I search people, I search in various places to find my answers. If I get some answers my curiosity does not end. The quenching of the thirst leads to a downpour of thoughts on a piece of paper followed by more intrigue and finer nuances in search. But the search goes on.
I have realized that I am a searcher and my search will never end. Even if I have all the answers to all my questions, I will keep finding new questions to ask, I will keep seeking more answers but I will never settle with the answers.
On the other hand there are settlers. People who have settled down with their answers and find it blasphemous to question. The answers that have been passed on to them and they have been ingrained in their system so much that they never search for any answers. They are the people who see all the inconsistencies in their answers but still fail to raise a question.
The settlers have become so possessive and obsessed with their answers that they become violent towards the searchers. A searcher is seen as an insane intellectual who is trying to show off. But the problem is that settlers do not want to part with their convenient answer and do not want to uncover an inconvenient truth.
G2 - The Story Teller 