Question

The most disturbing question is why? Why is putting into question why it is like it is? Why is what children ask us and we cannot answer to. Why is what we say to ourselves when we feel that the world has been unjust with us. Why am I not three inches taller, why does no one love me, why does it always rain, when I forget my umbrella at home? Most existential interrogations stand next to most ordinary ones. Why connects the umbrella to god and us to the limits of our knowledge. Children ask adults. Adults mostly have no one to ask to. And this is one of the most harmful experiences of being an adult. Why is the abyss of human existence or putting it into less loaded concepts: Asking why confronts us with our limits. We simply cannot give an answer to everything.