The question collector

Questions shape me. A world of questions, piling up, not in a particular order. In my mind, in notebooks, stored in online documents, in voice messages recorded and many will never be answered. But asking those questions somehow frees the mind, sometimes I already know the answer, but the question needs to be asked anyway. Sometimes there is no answer, sometimes the answer will never be said and sometimes, the most fun questions, that have an answer that needs a journey to catch that answer when it least expects it. And sometimes the questions show my greatest fears. The questions are a companion, a challenger, sometimes even a stranger or a bully. And in a joyful or tactful play I collect them, go along with them or tackle them. Creating me, together with everyone and everything I have known until today, to who I am. Questions shape me and will keep shaping me until the end.