The Why of it All

Why, the word tells us it is a question awaiting a response. We may or may not always like the answer, but the questions are answered. Although, surprisingly enough, I have found getting an answer leads to more question. In essence, the why's never end.

Why do I sleep?

Why do I sigh?

Why do laugh?

Why do I cry?

Why do I breathe?

Why do I eat?

Why do I work?

Why do I write?

Why am I here?

Why is the night quiet?

Why is daylight interesting?

Why is the universe endless?

Why do humans instill fear on other humans?

Why love when the love will leave one day?

Why ask why when the answer doesn't work for me?

These are just a few of my why's.

Most people require eight hours of sleep. I get by with three or four. I sigh out of frustration when something goes terribly wrong. I laugh because it feels good and helps to release tension. I cry, but you will never know when, where or how (the other three-question words).

I often, before sleep for the past two years, talk to God, asking him why he still lets me breathe the air around me. I keep saying I'm ready for him to take me anytime. For now, I

breathe so I can do daily rituals, or challenges such as this. Breathi9ng helps to help me do things and doesn't require a conversation.

I eat when the moment strikes but not as much as I used to and generally one meal a day takes care of my belly's needs.

I write to write. To inform, to entertain, to create a moment that hopefully will be remembered long after I'm gone. And I feel that's why I am here. Not to change the world or how people think or act but rather, through writing, give them their own alternative universe to play in until they finish the pages of the story. where perhaps they'll whisper< "I can relate to that."

Night and daylight, like black and white, different, yet in re4spect, the same. Siblings of a different sort. Daylight means the sun rises from one place to go to another, leaving details seen to be in awe of though many take it for granted. The colorful sunrise, the rainbows that appear, the heat it gives off and, in that daylight, traffic races blindly, people hustle and bustle from one place to another until the night takes over, squeezing out the sun leaving us with a blackened sky and near-perfection of what quiet really sounds like.

Therein, the blackened sky above us all, splattered with twinkling eyes holds adrift a universe many will never see beyond books and movies. But it's out there to be explored, to "Go where no one has gone before", into the unknown, new worlds beyond what we know today. Perhaps other life that are similar or the same as us (always believed we can't be the only life in this galaxy).

I never could understand why the weak ones get bullied by the strong ones. Ego perhaps. Something to do. Bigger, stronger, faster maybe. Yet there are a good portion of the weak ones who grow up to be the ones with the intellect to solve the problems facing humanity's existence. Perhaps one day before I take my last breath, the words bigotry, jealousy, greed, and racial indifference will be stricken from the dictionaries of the work, and we have a pure equality of each person's worth as a person and not a punching bag for sport.

Love. A four-letter word that is supposed to solve all our emotional needs. Love leaves us all one way or the other. A breakup or a death. It leaves a void only you can understand while others give their thoughts or condolences. Spend forty years with one person only to have them die leaving a dinner table, with one plate instead of two. Never easy to get used to and many never will.

This brings me to the last one, why ask why for what I have put here you may or may not agree and that's when new questions get asked and the why of it all starts over again.

There are a ton of "why's" out there. Why is that?