Questions

I have a lot of questions in life. Most people do. I ask, what car should I drive? Well, the one I own now seems to be the best choice. A lot of questions have fairly obvious answers. For example, why do I have to submit myself to gravity? Basically, I have no choice. Why do I have to work? To support myself and not starve.

Others are not so easy. Why are yawns contagious? Why do you put the peanut butter on before the jelly? Why do I want things that I know will hurt me, like a pet hippo? Why do some people see me, and others don’t know I exist? Better yet, why do I care?

I ask myself these questions and more all the time, and usually don’t arrive at any useful conclusions. I am tempted to stop questioning things and just go with it, because it’s going to be that way anyway. Then I realize that when I stop asking questions, I stop learning. I see people who have given up and go day to day, practically dead because they no longer care. I don’t want to be like that.

So, I don’t have all the answers. But really, no one does. We all work towards the goal of learning more, and living with the answers we have the best we can.