Part II: Not everything told to us when we are young are true

Part 2

     So as I grew up, I began to question my very own understanding of this world. I started to go to school, began to learn how to read and write and see beyond the place where I have attended my kindergarten. I began to meet new people-- and bullies. I am not that really sociable during my childhood days so that means I don't really have friends. It is maybe because back then, I was told not to talk to people that I don't know. Do not talk to strangers, even if they are my age. The rest, I am a possessive freak and stupid and naive and foolish. In short, I was not really exposed to this world, ignorant, because that it was I learned for my whole short life.

    It was also this age that  I started to discover the wonders of reading and writing. I read a lot of books: children's books, the bible and fairy tales. I also love to write stories which I have shown to my classmates (they love them). But, it was also the age when I started to question almost everything that I have known- including God. Yes, at a very early age, I started to question the beliefs that were inculcated on me. God, Santa Claus, and the moon's ability to give bread.

     But I still believe in superpowers. That is not something that was taught to me.

     Looking back, I think I have a hell lot of fun. Though some of those beliefs are mostly don't s, like not picking a beautiful violet flower or else it will bite off your fingers (strange enough, scares involve a lot about cutting off fingers), it did give me a lot of wonders. Like waiting for a witch astride her broomstick flying past the huge, red-orange moon and wondering what she looks like.

    I was used of immediately believing of what adults told me. I thought before that wisdom and maturity come with age. Like I said before, I thought that what my parents told me is unquestioningly correct. So I believed that when I reached the age of twenty, I am already a matured individual. But it turns out that nothing has changed, age doesn't matter after all. Though my knowledge and perspective widened, I am still this childish girl who loves to create pranks to my friends, who still laughs boisterously, and who still decides on things immaturely.

    Anyway, when I realized that some of the things that I heard from them are bogus, it is the time that my devotion and concrete and ultimate belief and trust on adults started to collapse.

    So it became, later in my life (that is now) that I started to question what I see, hear, read, feel and think. Learning from my childhood days, I became a skeptic. Is what this person just told me is true?  Moreover, it is also the way I handle information from any authority. It became my rule that if something that is cannot be explained nor prove or it created inconsistencies, then it is not true or correct.   But that doesn't mean as a period. For me, it just doesn’t end there. Life doesn't just end there. Nor death is the end. Life is a continuous cycle, a circle. It just goes on and on, back and forth, back and forth. So is the knowledge. I may not be an immediate believer, but I am still an open-minded person. I know and I accept the fact that my initial beliefs, no matter how believable and concrete the facts are, may still be wrong. As anything can go wrong. 

This blog may be written on a personal basis but I believe that it still applies to everyone. It is not all about blind belief, it is all about selective thinking. It is all about knowing your ground and knowing your own thinking. It is all about debunking previous beliefs and accepting new ideas. Moreover, it is all about questioning.