René Descartes

why

Why? Ah, the question of why. It is a question that has been asked since the dawn of time and yet, in all this time, we still do not have an answer. Is it because the answer is too difficult to grasp? Perhaps. But then again, why is it so difficult to grasp? Could it be that the answer is too deep and complex for us to comprehend? That is a possibility. Or could it be that the answer is simply too absurd for us to accept? Perhaps the answer is that life is simply a joke, a cosmic joke that we are all playing together. If that is the case, then why do we continue to ask why? Are we so desperate for an answer that we are willing to search for it in the most absurd places? Or maybe, just maybe, the answer is that there is no answer. That the only answer to why is that it simply is. That life is what it is, and we must simply accept it and take it as it comes. That is a thought that I can accept, and I think many others can as well. So why? Who knows? Perhaps it is best to just accept it and move on.