Pouring rain ripping through the once clear, blue sky. As i look, i have but one question; why?
Why does the rain fall from the heavens towards the earth, soaking into the ground? Why do we, as humans, hate getting wet from falling water unless its by our own design?
We resign ourselves in our homes to keep watch and protect, defend ourselves from the cold, dark, unknowing outside.
We ride along in our cars, bikes, busses, and planes, to get from one place to another, but why? What really is our goal in life, in death?
Why do we wander around, with no set path, without a question in our mind?
Why do we expect not to be hurt by those we love, trying to find peace like an olive branch held by a dove?
We expect all thise things for free, and then we expect to grow as a person like a sapling into a tree?
Why do we expect the best and not prepare for worse, hell some of us may end in a hearse.
Us as beings expect all these good things without trial and error, and we tent to not err on the side of caution.
We can only do so much for ourselves, we have to work hard and live “better” but who cates. Its our life, we all just ask ourselves when something bad happens one question. “why?”