When I was a kid, my most favorite
word was, “Why?” I wanted to know why
the grass was green. Why was the sky
blue? Why did I have a bed time curfew
and my friends didn’t? Why did I have
everything on my plate? Why are
scrambled eggs gross? Why is broccoli
gross? The word “Why” is the single most important word we learn. My real question is, “Why do we squelch the
wisdom of “Why?”
Mom’s
favorite response to me whenever I asked a question was, “Because, honey. That’s just the way it is.” We can’t possibly have the answers to
everything that crosses our inquisitive path but lately it seems as though the
art of asking “Why” has been lost. We
say want our children to become critical thinkers but I am witness to
complacency and apathy and I ask, “Why?” Truthfully, they very rarely ask “Why”
and I so long for them to take that step. Let me
just say for the record that if I had asked “Why” with more regularity I would
surely be in a different position than I am today. Not that I’m whining but I do want to know
“why” many of us are so complacent. Have
we forgotten the power of “why?”
The questions we raise become as important as we search for
the answers. Just when we think we have
found reasons why this is so or that are so, we relegate to a new understanding
and more questions begin to surface.
This is our personal journey or quest.
Here are my questions, raised only recently with the holidays
approaching and the news being what it is...My “Whys?”
·
Why is politics so nasty? Why has the number of people qualified to
vote decreasing each political year?
Hmmm....are the two questions somewhat related to each other? Hmmm...Why do we vote the same people into
office year after year and have absolutely nothing to show for it?
·
Why aren’t we developing simpler ways to manage
our health care needs? My God, the
amount of paperwork generated over a simple mammogram made my head spin this
year. We could discuss my drug plan too but I need to take a crash course in
algebra and trigonometry to be able to figure out deductibles and caps and
well...EVERYTHING else! Note to
self: Pay every bill with a debit
card. No one argues with a debit card.
·
Why can’t I find two socks that match?
·
Why can I eat pizza any time, any place?
·
Why in this day and age is there racism of any
kind? Someone please explain this to me because as I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s
I watched so many be assassinated in the name of civil rights.
·
Why in this day and age is there hunger anywhere
in the world? Why have we disregarded
eating the old-fashioned way? By growing
the things we eat and by doing what my mother did all of the time which was to
bake and cook from scratch...
·
Why did I start to lose weight by not going on a
“diet?”
·
Why am I spending a ton of money to cover my
gray hair when clearly, I should be able to keep my hair color at least until I’m
80? P.S.
My hair dresser tells me that I am “soooo not ready” to go gray and I’m
inclined to believe her. This is why I
must tip her. : -)
·
How come I can vacuum my house and see dust
mites surface literally in 24 hours?
·
Why won’t my electric company make it easier to
pay them? Everyone else has an automatic debit card/credit card payment option
except my electric company. They can’t
wait for us to pay them. However, when
the power is out we’re expected to wait days and days for the power to come
back on when there’s an outage. They can
wait...just like we do.
·
Why do we have a war waging on education? Let’s be honest here. By the time we reach 8th grade we
get tired of public education. Let’s
learn a trade then. The rest of the
world does this and they extend the school day to those who show academic
prowess. Education is not the enemy. A lack of jobs and services is the enemy and
public education can NOT solve every social blip on the national radar.
·
Why do we forget about gratitude?
·
Why do we prey on the weaknesses of others
rather than make them see their strengths?
As I get older, I have tons more
questions, more so than when I was four years old. I love the word “Why.” I love it more as I age because I’m no longer afraid of the answers. I want the
challenge of finding those answers. It
feeds my soul and the more I ask “Why?” the more I feel vitalized. This is why we have so much to be grateful for
in our modern world. Because so many
asked “Why,” so many were willing to make sacrifices because they found and
understood the answers.
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