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As part of my lecture, I am writing something about the art of questioning. I included there the usual stuff-definitions, characteristics, the do's and don'ts, reasons for asking questions, skills needed, among others. However, as I go about putting all the ideas, there crop up more questions. Questions that I believe would make the notes more interesting. My experiences and exposures as a classroom teacher will be a valuable asset in putting good reflections. From them, I can cite certain situations that relate with the things I am about to say. This way I can deliver the lecture as reflective and experiential as much as I can.


In life, there are many questions as there are many answers. Some questions linger for a while; some questions stay for a time. They are like humans. Some pass you by; some leave you; some stay. Some stay longer; some stay for a while. Those who stay leave their mark that changes your life. Those who stay a bit leaves you something to remember them by. Those who leave, leave without a trace, even bringing your heart in the process.


Maybe there are questions without answers. Or better yet, there are answers that do not need questions. Sometimes, we need to ask questions to get some answers. But there are times, it is better not to ask questions at all.


Who can tell about pain and loneliness? When all we want is joy and happiness.

Who can tell about defeat? When all we hope for is victory.

Who can tell about love? When there is no one to love.


I have my questions. Who has the answers?
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