“Why” is the big question for a lot of us.
In fact, “why” is the only question some of us ask
over and over and over
ever listen to a three-year-old’s wondering about stuff? (I have)
I’m just saying.
And there are others who have come to accept as true
that the “why” of things is ultimately unknowable and never really matters.
It’s the “what” of things, when gently and honestly teased into the light of our awareness, that always leads us to our truths.
In any problem-solving situation (life, maybe?), after all the energy and time spent squabbling over the “why(s)”—it’s a blame game really—someone quite quietly has to state the obvious:
“It doesn’t matter why we’re here or who’s to blame. We’ll never rightly know for certain. That much we do know. And, whether we like it at the moment or not, we are here and we’re together. So, can we focus on what now?”
This is not a test. There is no fail.
There are choices and no one can make ours for us.
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