Why do we fight each other?
Why do we struggle to be what we never knew we were supposed to be in the first place?
Why do we point and accuse others?
Why do we turn on three of the brightest lanterns and drown out the stars in the desert night?
Why do we miss a place that will be dilapidated and full of dust in just a few decades?
Why do we dismiss the feeling in our center (soul, spirit, heart, whichever) that tells us that we are not trying hard enough?
Why do we support genocide?
Why do we wash our clothes over and over and over again and forget to, just as consciously, wash our minds?
Why do we listen to a song that has lyrics that resonate with us and yet we do not sing along?
Why do we have hands that will bind up the wounds of one man and, with those same hands, steadies a gun and pulls the trigger, which sends a hollow-point bullet through the air and into the skull of another man?
Why do we fight?
Why do we wage wars that birth orphans and kill widows?
Why do we forget who we were called to be?
Why do we ask questions to which we do not have answers?
