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A lot of people have a lot of reasons as to why things are the way the are, am I wrong to think beyond that. With each motion, emotion and a lot of other chemicals that run rampant in our bodies, I find myself drawn to the question that I can’t seem to shake off.

The question why should be followed by an answer but why do we find ourselves asking yet another question as to why the answer suddenly falls so perfectly in place? Why does everything seem so different even though they are the same, even grammar welcomes questions and artists struggle to put an ease to our minds with a portrait that begs the question who? (Who drew that?)
If the world is as round and as vast as scientists deem it to be, then why do we find ourselves in the same spot each morning we wake up? Have you asked yourself so many whys that it feels as though your whole life is based on assumptions.

Try and answer me these; why do you do what you do? Why does the world treat you the way it does? Why would you consider yourself lucky or unlucky? Why do you push forward? And you will find yourself asking yourself more questions than the answers you give. Why?