Why was I born to these particular parents?
Why was I born in this particular country?
Why do I speak this particular language?
Why am I a girl and not a boy?
And how would I feel if I were a boy?
- When I become old, a grandmother, will I become a little girl again afterward? Yes, I know this! (my granddaughter asked me when she was 5)
Why do people cry both from happiness and from grief?
Why can’t people return to the past to correct their mistakes and change events?
Why do we go into the next room and forget why we came?
Why does a word repeated 20 times begin to sound strange?
Why does the same song sometimes keep playing in our heads?
I read these questions today, and they resonated with me)
Why are children afraid of the dark?
Why are people afraid of Darkness?
Why does the Sun/Light shine for everyone, but not everyone see it?
Why does hope die last?
Why can a person give their life for another, sacrifice themselves?
Why is it important/necessary for a person that their actions and words receive people’s approval and recognition?
Why can I change my reality—and even then only to a certain extent—while I cannot change the collective reality?
Why does a person high in the mountains resemble "a tear on God’s eyelashes"?
Why is joy so important in life?
Why is the pursuit of success necessary?
Why is childlike spontaneity liberation from roles?
Why do we need clothing?
Why does science fiction exist?
Why does inner acceptance of a situation and calmness so often disarm and confuse someone attacking us?
Why is reality both beautiful and terrifying at the same time?
Why do children laugh and rejoice so much?
Where do unicorns live?
Why, after listening to a Tibetan mantra before bed, was my sleep not exhausting, and why did I wake up feeling “well-rested”?
Why can’t I switch off my inner “skeptic” once and for all?