Lately, my mind has been chaotic and overcrowded. I've been thinking about a lot of things that I never cared much about before. These things always use to seem too big to ever understand. Like there was no point exhausting myself trying to answer things people have failed to answer for hundreds or thousands of years. Things like... damn, it's embarrassing to even write. Things like "Does God exist?" and "Where is God?" and "Is there some reason I have consciousness?"
Maybe it's not about answering the questions. Maybe you reach a certain age and your brain just naturally considers these things the next abstract concepts to tackle in order to grow. I managed to seem socially acceptable enough to acquire a few friends and even a girlfriend, so perhaps all the brainpower I used to spend on socializing myself is hungrily idling.