What is truth?

I can't help but sympathise with Pontius Pilate when he asked Jesus, "What is truth?"

Sometimes the more you learn, the more you don't know. The more you read, the more you question. Sometimes you think you know what's going on, but yet if you think some more, you wonder.

What certainty is there in life but death?


"An eye for an eye, and soon the whole will is blind", Mahatma Gandhi once said. How true that is, but yet, how many can swallow their pride; how many can turn the other cheek; how many can forgive like Jesus?

Life is beautiful. But life is also trying, and tiring.