Why?

Sometimes I find myself lost in contemplation of one short but significant question for hours...why?

Why does life play out in ways you always least expect?
Why did life give me the relatives I have?
Why was I born in Canada instead of somewhere like Bosnia or Rwanda?
Why did I make so many poor decisions when I was a teenager?
Why did I ever go to camp with Cindy?
Why did I make the stupid decision to start smoking?
Why do I play games when I know what the outcome will be? (like poker and chess for example)
Why do I have such a difficult time making small, insignificant decisions?
Why can I not break the cycle of allowing my emotions to dictate the decisions I do make?
Why do I always feel the need to hide this fact from others and pretend I have transcended all emotion?
Why am I afraid of irrational things (like demons in my closet or dark places I can't see) and yet am so unafraid of things I should fear (like being mugged when I walk down dark streets alone)?
Why was I born in the year I was instead of the year after...or 10 or even 100 years later or earlier?
Why couldn't my obsession with politics ended before I realized that I was making a choice that wasn't right for me?
Why do I feel like giving up so intensely at times, and what is it that prevents me from doing so?
Why do I second guess every single thing I say and do over and over again?
Why do I constantly feel the need to explain myself, as if no one else in the world (except you) is speaking my language?
Why does every one of my decisions end up hurting someone (even though when decisions are not made, it is I that ends up being hurt)?

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