Why do we live the way we live?
Why do we do the things we do?
Why are we ok with slaving our lives away at work causing our home lives to deteriorate?
Why is my hair blue?
Why do we allow millions, if not billions, to be poured into election campaigns instead of funding much more noble causes like health care, education, food programs, and cleaning environmental waste?
Why do I want to go to china?
Why do so many trees have to be wasted so I can get scores of junk mail and mail-order catalogs?
Why do we spend so much time watching tv?
Why am I afraid to look someone in the eyes?
Why do we drive vehicles that get worse gas mileage than the model-t did?
Why are you spending your time reading this?
Why does love seem like such an insurmountable task to me?
Why are so many products not recyclable, and for those that are, how come our city won’t recycle all of them?
Why can’t I shut off my brain and just have fun?
Why haven’t I stopped writing questions yet?
Why do I like songs that deal with death and relationships?
Why do people smoke knowing that it is addictive and in no way healthy?
Why do people drink and drive?
Why do I get chills through my body while watching movies or listening to music?
Why are we afraid to tell someone we love them?
Why do we allow people to be killed over religion, power and greed?
Why is it ok that only millionaires can run for office?
Why is it that only a handful of people or willing to stand up to those who do us wrong?
These are just a few of the questions that go through my head on a constant basis. I wish I had the answers to them for I feel like it would help make my life, and possibly other lives , much more enjoyable.
Why indeed? Very well put.
I like looking in your eyes and am not afraid to tell you I love you.
Why IS your hair blue??
I don’t know that love is particularly “surmountable” by anyone. Some may have more experience or courage than others, but lately I’ve come to see how temporary and transcient relationships are. And each is so different from the next that even when you think you’ve grown in the area, the next one can make you feel like you’re back to square one. How do we define love and relationships anyway? How long they last? If that’s the case, then certainly it’s not really surmountable!
By the way, very good questions.