Questions…

Why do we do what we do?

What makes us drawn to do the things we do?

Why do we make the decisions we make?

Why do some of us think so much and others just do it?

How come it seems so much easier for some people?

How come some of us have “bad” habits and others can get away with nothing?

How come some of us believe in ourselves, and others can’t seem to find the strength within?

Why can’t children trust that they have something to say and adults will listen?

How come some people are motivated and others are stuck all the time?

How come some people can go for their dreams and others don’t think they are worthy of their dreams?

How come some people believe in themselves and others just fake it?

Why do some people turn to drugs or alcohol or sex or food to feel love?

Why can’t everyone believe that they deserve love?

Why can’t we all make the right choices? Why must there be free choice?

When do the questions ever stop?

Do we have to be mature to stop asking questions?

Why can’t there be just one perfect way? One right way?

Why must we doubt ourselves?

Why can’t we just feel the love? Give the love? Take the love?

I’m thinking again…

WHY?