The Futility of Asking Why

An endless ocean of questions is queued up within me awaiting resolution. I’m always asking why, and this morning it hits me how f’ing hard life is — relentlessly so. I want to know why im looping in this mornings pattern so I can fix it. Make the pain go away. 

There’s a remembrance of Matt commenting on the endlessness of questions, the understanding that they never satisfy. One question always follows another, and another… endlessly. Then it hits me. I’m always asking why. Why is this happening — each and every time i’m presented with something uncomfortable. Whilst the particular storyline changes, the need to know why is persistent. It’s a pattern which loops in the forefront of so many unpleasant waking moments. 

Today I put the question ‘why’ aside and immediately experience peace. I notice it’s been unintentionally replaced by acceptance. Unexpectedly I’m no longer fighting. It feels as though a trillion years of pain just vanished.