Friday, June 18, 2010

The search for the why's.

don't know whether there'll be a day when i get to find the actual reasons behind the WHY of living? The WHY of loving? The WHY of breathing? The Why of being a human? I think NEVER.

Despite of the zillion things going in the head since the day I got my mind intact to my thoughts, I’ve had the why's revolving around, but never got the chance to pen them down.

Now after I received a text with all the questioning part, it made me dumbstruck. I'm still stuck to all of them and still searching some answer to the whys in/of the world.

Why do we ask sorry when we are not wrong?
Why do we bend ourselves? Is it just because we can't afford to lose them?
Why do we act as if we are wrong and ask for forgiveness?
Why do we run to help even after a bitter quarrel?
Why do we feel pleasure in hurting the one we love?
Why do people end up hurting someone or the other, physically or emotionally?
Why are we always desperate and eager to reach-out despite being avoided?
Why do we explain each bit even when it is not required?
Why do we forget all anger and forgive when it’s all over?
Why do we always try to avoid but can't resist the person who's causing pain the most?
Why do we get consoled only after crying on the shoulders of who made us cry?
Why everybody wants to be in the good books of everybody?
Why do we try and help everybody when everybody here is to help us out?
Why does every love story end up in some sort of sadness?
Why was a pure feeling like love, always accompanied with ego, anger, tears?
Why does one dream so high and it’s rare to find ways to get them?
And the most important of all:
Why was EGO, ANGER, VIOLENCE ever created?

And to find some answers, all I could recollect was HAPPINESS in anger, in hurting. Keeping some emotions more close than self ego. And the feeling of losing, just to see somebody smile over your defeat. And moreover, living out each moment rather than spending time just breathing.

I know it’s stupid to even find the answers to the why, what, and everything of life.
Cause in the end life has to turn beautiful, has to find a way of contentment and has to do just according to the way it’s meant to be.

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