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Why is The Word Why So Heavy?
I can answer a few questions very well, but I don't know everything. Yes, I'm not a fool. Let's just say I'm knowledgeable about a lot of subjects, but I don't know everything. Makes sense, of course, yes, right?
Questions like, "Why is soda fizzy?" and "Why is the sky blue?" are easy to answer questions. Sometimes people ask us some really hard questions that we couldn't even begin to answer for a variety of reasons. Sometimes children ask us the "why" questions that can be really hard for us to answer. A lot of times such questions seems like a challenge.
We sometimes really hate it. If there was an option to delete a word from the dictionary. I believe a lot of people would love to delete the word "Why". At least that's what I think because this word often gives us a tough time. Right?
We might not know the answer or might not know well enough to speak about it. For plenty of reasons, we often dislike questions that begin with the word "Why." We normally avoid answering, and may also avoid seeking answers to such questions. But there are some of us who run after searching for answers to these questions. The real question is how important the word "Why" is.
Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going to fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.
— Eddie Cantor
I Kidnapped the Word "Why"
I am the person, wanted to kidnap,
The very common word "why"? Caged myself,
And made the minute's freshness cry, mourning
For the death of its loyal dictator.
This morning, I found there was nothing to
Report. I didn’t find things to recount, or
Concoct, mind’s injury hem’n suggestion
The cloud and sun, still found in abundance
Sleeping through a prism, I saw many ways
There I see roads that shine with colors bright.
They have different shades of dark and light
But emptiness scent, felt was also right.
That hopeless distance between here and there
In addition, joy, have you ever felt?
I questioned myself what's that I’m feeling,
Running from myself, proving myself right.
I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.
My inner spoke to me to find a way,
I decided I’ll get up, and go on
Strolling down beautiful roads, that open
The gateways, and will welcome me in.
Will awake my soul from deep sleep, sleeping
For so long. The path that'll give me fresh breeze,
and the air to breathe, will teach the art to
Live in love. Making symbols unfolding.
The voice that speaks too loud, so clear to hear,
A vision so bright. Will give light, and warmth
To my doomed heart that sighs. Then I will be
Understanding this common word that’s, "Why"
The word that brings everything to question,
Possibly, big reason to invention,
Proving a lot of things, the Creator, the
Creation and all that in existence
There are two great days in a person's life - the day we are born and the day we discover why.
— William Barclay
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