Why did this happen to me?
Why do I have to do this?
Why am I always the one bearing the brunt?
Why am I feeling so bad about this?
Why now? 
Why is there so much suffering?
Why is being a woman so difficult?
Why is the world so heartless?
Why is my promotion delayed?
Why does he not love me?
Why can’t she see what I am going through?
Why can’t things be perfect?
Why can’t we live in peace and harmony?
Why do I have so many questions?


Maybe, because it was meant to.
Maybe, because only I can.
Maybe, because I am keeping scores
Maybe, because I truly loved.
Maybe, because the time is right.
Maybe, because of the choices I made.
Maybe, because it ain’t a man’s job.
Maybe, because I don’t take a moment to make it better.
Maybe, because I still have to find my worth.
Maybe, because he needed to be loved, more.
Maybe, because she is unable to go beyond her limitations.
Maybe, because perfection is a process and not a destination.
Maybe, because we don’t know when to let go.
Maybe, because I don’t know the answers….


When the ‘I’ lets go of the ‘Why’, you realize, Why Not?





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  1. Love it. I always say for every ‘why’, you need to ask ‘why not’. Also, how come we never think of saying ‘why’ when the going is good!

  2. Arthur Ashe: The world over — 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals. When I was holding the trophy I never asked GOD: “Why me?”. So today in pain, I should not be asking GOD: “Why me?”

    Yes, why not?

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