Why Shit Happens

I've been thinking a lot lately about why things happen or why things happen to me or to others. When there are no clear answers, we start to question everything, our faith, our existence, our humanity and when we have no clear answer, we just shrug our shoulders and say that’s life.

Asking “Why” is not the new black. It’s not sexy. It’s not the old black, it’s not even black, it’s not white, it’s not red, yellow or green. Asking why is just what it is. It’s the most powerful question in all of languages and yet some bristle at the question.

In math we were told to never ask why. When you asked your parents why, they would say, “because I told you so,” and that was sufficient. Today we ask why, because we want to know… we don’t have the answer. If we can answer for why, somehow it justifies or can justify what just went down. We all feel we have a right to know why. We can point fingers, we can blame. We can associate responsibility. Or culpability.

This is why we’re here

Globally or holistically speaking, I don’t know the answer to a lot of whys. I don’t have answers that fit in neat little arrangements. Why is it hot? Because of Global Warming. Why did he mug that lady? Because of a rough childhood. Why did she return the wallet? Because it was the right thing to do. Those are neat and complete and satisfy most.

These days, it’s enough for me to try and solve for X let alone Why. A number of years ago a friend was asking me about politics and I really didn't give him a good answer to one of his questions. He asked me why I didn't care. I told him I did care but that I was too focused on getting mine at the moment. He did not take too kindly to that response. He thought that it was incredibly selfish. I told him I thought it was incredibly focused. I wanted to move the needle on the things that I could control without having to ask why or why me.

Why do we work? Why do you pay your bills? Why do you feed your kids? If you didn't work, you’d be broke and probably wouldn't have a roof over your head. If you didn't pay your bills then theres no car, no phone, no lights, no water, no TV, no subscriptions. You have kids? Kind of obvious why you must feed them.

The why get’s murkier when we start to make choices or judgments that don’t line up with social norms. Look up the definition of free choice. I like this one from The Free Dictionary.

Free Choice: The power of making choices that are neither determined by natural causality nor predestined by fate or divine will.

We can’t always answer for why but in hindsight maybe we can and if we can’t, is that enough?

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