Why

I often wonder why… not simply about life and its experiences, but why I feel the need to understand.

My mind is much like a revolving door, the things I don’t have answers for, breeze on through… despite my best efforts to silence them.

I suppose it lends to my rather intense nature, they go happily hand in hand… skipping along throughout my life .

I like A.A. Milne’s explanation best, it makes sense to me…

“Rabbit’s clever,” said Pooh thoughtfully.
“Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit’s clever.”
“And he has Brain.”
“Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit has Brain.”
There was a long silence.
“I suppose,” said Pooh, “that, that’s why he never understands anything.”

© Rebecca Grace 2015