Who am I ?

I sometimes really feel What the hell is this world about ?

What the hell I am? In kinder garden there was a big question..a question inside a question “ Who am I?”

Well who am I ?  what is this joy about ? What is this pain? What is this thing? Is this illusion then what the heck is this illusion !! ? Surely a scientist would describe what it is with a rational approach or a priest with a godly approach?

But what is godly approach? But what is god? Who made him? If there s something else that made him what else made made him and who made him?

Where universe ends whats there? How can anything exist without a start ?

What will happen if nothing existed ? only nothing ? Can you imagine anything without anything?

Where will you go after you die and where were you before you were born ? Certainly there are some beliefs of rebirth and travel from one dimension to another but certainly no one is having a hundred percent  faith in these because certainly not everything is solved.. still remains a mystery !

I am still pondering  to answer these questions and I do day dream about them always.. I am sure you would have it too !

As I think about them time stops the moment comes to a stop and you no longer feel your existence and just wither away in this mad puzzle of life... I just keep on thinking and become lively dead! 

Why is it that the more I know the more I don’t know??

 I feel our brain is yet to develop and answer these things..just a frog in the well will keep thinking the world is limited to the walls and an intelligent frog will keep making hypothesis about the outside world . But still he hasn’t seen the outside world .. Just like we haven’t seen ours ...