Why Ask Why

I’m very inquisitive, maybe too much so, but I have a desire to understand why things are the way they are. I have an appetite to learn why people do what they do. I have a curiosity why people believe what they believe. So, I am constantly asking why. I’d like to think I just never “grew up” to live like the Jones and do and be just like everyone else. I have always kept my childhood sense of wonder and amazement. It sometimes is for the betterment and sometimes it’s for the detriment. I have always felt if we don’t ask, we don’t know, and I don’t like ignorance having such a say. I question so much with life around me. Why do we have to age? Why are we such a violent species? Why do we not understand that we are a violent species? Why do we bury our heads in the sand? Why do we not look at things in life with wonder and awe? Why do we not try and figure and understand a better way of being, of living? Why are people shooting up schools? Why are people prejudiced? The list of why could ask 1000 questions, or even tens of thousands and yet so much of the time why can’t be answered at all.

There are excuses made, Oh Lord are there excuses made! Pass the buck, not my problem, or even just complete denial. Out of sight out of mind. It doesn’t pertain to me, that’s on them. The problem will take care of itself. Yep, we don’t like to ask why. Sometimes why doesn’t even matter because it’s just believed that this is the way it is. You are not innocent until proven guilty – you are guilty and must prove your innocence. The question of why is already determined before it even gets asked. The question of why also doesn’t get asked until it’s too late. Ask why there is only one white rhino left in the world. Ask why we cut down the rainforest for farming and yet won’t be able to breath. You want the real answer to a lot of why’s? The real answer is self. Did you get that? Self is so important that there seems to be no reason to ask why. That’s why schools get shot up, that’s why animals become instinct, that’s why we’re killing this planet. Why are we doing this? Why don’t we see a bigger and better picture?

Why asks the intuitive questions and why asks the difficult questions, and why asks all the world to stop for a moment, to pause, to think, and maybe just maybe ask why do we exist, why are we here? Why do we allow so many things to dictate our truth, limit our understanding, when why asks us to further the truth, and to further our understanding. Why do so many not get it? Why do we think we are such a great species and the center of the universe? Why am I even writing this? Because – we all should be thinking like the children we once were and once again ask why is the sky blue? Why do I like ice-cream? Why was I born? Why are am here? And now that I’ve asked why, now I’m going to ask WHAT. What are you going to do about it? Why? Because I can, you can, we all can, make a difference. Why not.