Why bakit por que?

Have you ever been in the zone of what you needed to do that you become deaf to your surroundings? As if the world is at a standstill and you’re moving at your own pace, laser-focused on whatever it is you’re doing until someone screams your name angrily to get your attention? Then your heart rate accelerates and you instantly become stressed because you may have done something wrong or may have failed to do something right—whichever applies? Then you’re exhausted. But later find your mind so active like a hoarder who is desperately finding something but not really certain of what it is you’re actually looking for? And so you try to make this thing concrete by writing it down hoping that you can get rid of whatever it is that is stuck somewhere in your skull? Then you take refuge in some pseudoscience and you become more confused and not comforted at all?