To seek & to believe

I found out today that I like questions just a little too much.

Socratic method? Yes, please.
Getting to know people through questions? Yes...
Asking life's questions without ever really trying get an answer (cause most of the time I won't get one)? Hmmm...
Asking about unexplainable things and then answering the questions myself? Oh, sure.

Aye. But what's funny is that I think that I have a lot more answers then I want to believe. I sit, asking rare questions, when sometimes what I've already learned from passed experience is right there in front of me, waiting for me to accept it. I really have this tendency to leave things open-ended and not tie any kind of debate down. It's just my personality. I find it fun, but sometimes it's not so fun.

Very freaking good example (at least for me):

A while back, I had this phase where I was telling myself that I would search for meaning in everything. Because obviously, yeah, there's a great deal of meaning that be found in many things, if not everything. But meaning can also be made. For better or for worse. Eventually I realized that I was grasping at straws for more kicks and giggles than actual substance in my life. And I also realized that I should seek the Truth rather than meaning. I know what to look for - and to - when I seek truth, and it won't throw me all over the map.