Questions Are Reflections (A Journey Of The Mind) Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

Questions Are Reflections (A Journey Of The Mind)

I have caught myself baffled
By the different alleys and paths ahead.
My heart bleeds; my mind grows misty.
Decisions are sharp, rusty metals at this point,
They can cut you a bit and take your life as their price.

Now, I must think again.
But where can I begin?

I let my homeless mind wander away from me,
Going back and forth through different things,
Traversing across the universe of thoughts,
Walking, running, swimming, and sometimes flying,
To words that are familiar yet seem hard to understand.
I try to scrutinize what they really are,
Despite the creeping fear of not knowing them fully.

I must begin within myself.
I must first go back to the fundamental questions of my being.
I must search and understand every fiber of my existence.

I have asked:
'What is a human being? '
'How can a man become an authentic human being? '
'Does being relate to becoming? '

A deep sigh from within has reached my ears,
A sigh of frustration from not grasping what my mind expects.
It's hard to begin without knowing the end.
It's draining and tiring to let the mind travel without a clear map.
Though I know some basic things but these only keep me asking in circles.
I have first agreed with my mind that a human being must be good,
But my mind then asks another question:
'What does being good mean? '
'How can goodness be possible in a world of plurality? '

These questions must be leading me to something
Or to someone.
But who and where?

Alas!
I have felt my eyes slowly shutting,
Urging me to lie on the couch where I was sitting.
And before I took my afternoon seminary nap,
I realized this:
Truly, I have been thrown into this world of endless meaning,
To find, understand, and create more meaning for myself.
I hope Heidegger's words are true:
That the questions of those who seek
Reflect who they are.
Am I human and good enough to ask these questions?

I don't know.
But let things appear to me in due time,
As what they really are,
And what I truly want to be.

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