This is the question that passes through my mind everyday, multiple times a day: "Why?"
I think I have begun to sound like a four year old, always asking that same, almost annoying question, "Why?"
If someone talks about genocide or rape or murder or the complete destruction of those around them, just because they felt they had the upper hand and could use their power against people, I can hear the little voice in my head saying "Why?".
I am the little girl tugging on my mother's dress with my thumb in my mouth wondering with wide, watery eyes why things happen and why people are so careless with their consciences. Did they forget them or hide them within their psyche. Were they merely not born with a conscience, or did they throw it away in their youth, compromised their being for others so much that they have forgotten that they had one.
I have a very strong conscience. I don't worry about stupid, simple things, I worry about treating people well and how the universe is so good at showing you your mistakes. Always.
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My answer to why? Because.
That's really cool Maggie. I like the way you describe yourself. It kinda makes me feel bad about my blog...
I like this, Maggie. Keep asking why!
You're right! I always used to ask why, but no one ever had the answers, so I gave up.....oh well
You've made the phrase "why?" imfamous in AP classes. *high-five*
mmmm, nutella, I like the way you think. ;)
cool... i thought i was the only philosophical one here.
pstt the awnser is WHY NOT?
my old teacther put that as an awnser in collage for hisphilosophy class..........AND HE PASSED
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