Why ask why? That is the question.
2006
Why is it that at midnight I am sitting here typing up this blog post? Why do we work so hard to make the extra $$$? Is it so we can fulfill some odd dream? Is it because we are trying to make just a little more money so that we could spend more time with our kids? I want to buy a digital camera so I can capture some of those great things that my kids do. So I work a little harder to get that extra money needed to buy the camera. Then I think, why. In the time that I spent making the extra money for the camera I just missed out of 100 great things that my kids just did. So I’m back to why.
Why do we stand outside and look up at the stars? Why is it that the first thing that I do in the mornings is scratch my ass? Is that something common amongst men? Why would I even type that? Really, why am I sitting here doing this…hmmm…I don’t know and I probably will never understand or even answer any of these questions. So I’m back to why.
Why do we work so hard at growing up so early so we can work hard to retire? Why do bad things happen? Why do I fight sleep so hard just to sit here and type “WHY”? Why do I have all these thoughts running through my head all the time? Why is it that having all these thoughts running through my head all the time keeps me up at night? Could it be that we are creatures of thought? Could it be that our minds race from one thing to another for a reason? I don’t know and I probably will never understand or even answer any of these questions. So I’m back to why.
Why ask Why? That is the question.
