Things happen. People do them. Goals are the reasons for those actions. These goals are mostly chosen by emotions. By dreams, hopes, but more often fears. Fear of the unavoidable thought that creeps up on us all once in a while, when we are not doing things that seem to make sense to us: we don’t know why things are. We hardly even know what really is happening, so we can’t even make sense of it all, however much we would try.
But do we need to make sense of it? Do we need to fear what we don’t know, or should we accept that we don’t know anything, and that not knowing makes things more interesting instead of more scary?
We can ask ourselves “what is?”, but exactly what is: we don’t know. And not knowing is all there ever will be.
How else could we be adventurers?