I always wondered why people would take voyages and travel miles to figure out where they came from and what their roots were ..

.why would it matter after years and years ,with life going on at the same pace as it did ,with so many years that passed by you like wind and houses stood and demolished,generations thrived and withered ,people who lived and  grew old .
Why would you care even as everything changed and keeps on changing not halting for anyone or anything....
why would it matter to know about the confines of the walls that heard your stubborn cries...or the sweet lullabies your mother would sing to coax you..

why would you care about that old tree you and your buddies would climb on a sunday afternoon..or the rooftops where you stood counting stars for hours as time would slowly pass by ....

Why would your heart feel heavy  when u would see wrinkled images of the people you grew up with...
They are not the same and neither are you...

Why would you torture yourself with the brutal fact that you have lost ,perhaps forever what once was yours when you could choose not to....there is so much to look up to...so many destinations to reach ..so many voyages to plan that will  take you to places you have never been before...

Why succumb into ruins and darkness and forlon...when there's  so much novelty around you...when there's  an entirity waiting to be explored....

But...he quietly uttered ..with a wry smile and a gaze that had contemplated the secrets and answers i seeked for years and years....
What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved becuase its known......