"How can you say that?" She looked at me incredulously. "I mean so openly. To share that requires... (her voice trailed off)."
What had I said?
That in my past I had relationships on the basis of 'kick me' philosophy. That I would go only 'this far' and after that let go? That while I said what I said, I invited rejection!
We had started talking about 'Who Am I'. I did the seminar (actually no word is a right word for it be it workshop or seminar or whatever). On the spur of the moment I asked her weekend plans. And she said nothing. I extended the invite to join in for the WAI.
What is it about? What does he teach? Is it religious? How do they organise it? When all is it held? So many questions.
So what does asking questions signify? Another question. I too ask too many questions. Under normal circumstances questioning is a symbol of seeking. Of the urge to know. But why does it then become self limiting for me at times? When I feel stuck as if at an impasse. With only frustration and anxiety.
So then there are two types of questions. One of the inquiry kind. The other of the inquisition kind. When I enquire, I am full of wonderment. Eager to absorb. When in inquisition, I am all set to prove. And I will only believe you when I have proof.
So do I really experience?
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