We as human beings are designed for relationships with one another. Why is it that something inherent in our nature is something so complicated?
Yet another age-old question keeps running through my head:
Why is it we always seem to want what we don’t have? It is true that the nature of wanting something in a way implies the absence of that something, but what is it that is so difficult about contentedness?
Then there are the questions running through the heads of some of the people I love:
How is it that, in the labyrinth of life, we try so carefully, and work so hard to get to the right place, when often it seems that we just miss, or we dance around, the good things of life about which we’re unsure; and yet we have no difficulty in flying face-first into ugly situations (at which point we ask yet another age old question: “How did I get here?”).
And why do we desire things we know aren’t good for us? (This question is the root of hundreds of other more specific queries, such as why women often seem attracted to “bad boys” and why men often look for someone young and perfect-pretty and brainless . . . )