When I look at existence, I feel that something beyond my existence is placed in it.

Am I alone in this world?

What is the purpose of other things?

I say to myself, ask less questions.

You will not understand, You are small, you are insignificant, You are limited And that's where I remember Rumi's poem:

"Let go of the trick, go crazy, love, go crazy / Wonder the heart of fire in the butterfly.

And that's where I leave the philosophical questions and leave my heart to be :)