Making Sense

As human nature would entail, we often try to make sense of the world around us, of the things that surround us. But more often than not, we fail ... pathetically.

We attempt to comprehend the way the world revolves but the more we discover the more we realise it doesn't make sense. The more we learn about the universe the less we know; the more we discover about our past, the more we realise we are unable to.

Perhaps the archetypal exemplification is ourselves - as complex, highly developed 'beasts'. We have explored the furthest reaches of the ocean and are attempting to uncover universes beyond this one yet the one most undiscovered terrain is our own mind. That perhaps is one territory that can never be conquered ... nor comprehended.

Neuro-psychology can tell us that chemical reactions in the brain create actions and reactions that then cause us to behave a certain way, or feel a certain emotion. Yet admittedly it is never that straightforward.

We can never understand why we fall in love even when we know the relationship cannot and can never be. We cannot understand why we fall out of love; and we can never understand why we love that much and have given our all yet see no returns, or perhaps incommensurate returns. Our mind just is unable to comprehend and make sense of what our senses prompt us. The mind just cannot agree with the heart and as cliche as it sounds, the furthest distance is that between the heart and mind.

Why do we love? Why do we weep for the ones we love? Why are we 'not-like-ourselves' when we are in love? Why would we go the distance, do the silliest of things because of love? The mind cannot comprehend ...

And why am I, too, a victim of this senseless sense? I am unable to fathom as well...