Why?

Why?  Why? This question has been asked for thousands of years, in every language, by billions of people of every age, nation, creed, color, and religion. But what is the answer? Well that depends entirely on the question.  Some whys are easy to answer. Such as, why am I cursed with short legs? The obvious answer is my genes. Or, why did the Bills never win the Super Bowl? The other teams had more points at the end of the games. Why do some people from New York like the Red Sox? They’re smart enough not only to root for Boston, but also to know better than to live in Massachusetts. Why is Disney considering High School Musical 4? The idea of making exorbitant amounts of money is always an inspiring idea. Why does it always rain when you’re depressed? Maybe you’re depressed because it’s raining.  Then there are the simple whys, that are hard to answer. Like why do some people like the smell of skunks? I have no idea. Why do people feel the need to impress everyone else, even to the extent of losing their own identity? The answer to this why varies from person to person, depending on background, family, and other social influences. Why do people have to suffer? If there was no suffering, we would be incapable of fully understanding joy.  Then there are the difficult whys, that very may well have no answer. Such as, why do bad things happen to good people? I have no certain answer to this question. Why can’t everything be black and white? Why are there so many grey areas? Life is difficult, and by no means fair. We may not be able to choose the situations that we are faced with, but we can choose how we respond to them.  Why is a great question, that has been the muse and fuse for many generations. After all, you may ask why, but I ask why not?