I Wonder Why?

I wonder why cats think they’re so superior and that they rule the house and the human. One minute they want to be with you and the next they don’t. One minute they’re purring and the next they’re snarling. You call them and they ignore you, but they want you to fall into their whims of what they want and when they want it.

But then again, I wonder why dogs act like they’re on some important mission that will save the world when they’re looking for a place to do their business. Have you seen the frantic search that they do as they sniff around looking for the right place?

And why is it that whenever I wash my car it rains? It can be the middle of summer, no rain on the horizon, in fact, it could be the middle of a drought, and yet the minute I start to wash my car – grey clouds turn up and hey presto, drenching rain on my handiwork.

I don’t get why if I’m painting I will run out of paint with just a few brush strokes to go. Or if I’m printing an important document, it will choose to run out of ink just as the last couple of pages are printing.

But then I wonder about the serious things in life. Like why can’t people just get along. Why can’t we just accept that we all have our quirks and differences in what we believe, how we dress, speak and behave. Some of it is culture, some of it is life but at the base we are all the same.

We get hurt by another person’s words or actions. We bleed when we cut ourselves and yet we can see humanity come together when a disaster strikes. People helping another who is in distress or injured. But I wonder why we get so self-obsessed and ‘Me’ oriented at any other time.

Why is it that despite there being plenty of money in the world, poverty exists? Despite the abundance of money circulating, it is held by a handful of people. Credit though a lot of them have set up foundations and charities to distribute their wealth to different programs, and some of them have worked incredible hard, but barely scraping enough to get by, let alone have wealth is elusive to many.

Maybe, it’s because people don’t have the education to understand things like budgeting and saving. Maybe, it’s because we live in a ‘I gotta have it now’ society or they don’t understand the difference between a want or a need. Maybe, it’s the greed of people taking advantage of someone by charging an exorbitant interest rate. Maybe people really don’t understand the value of hard work. Maybe, it’s all of the above, and more.

Why is it that we live in a world full of complaints instead of thankfulness? Heartache and anguish instead of peace and love? A world where people hide behind a façade of saying and doing what they think people want to see and hear, instead of just being themselves – real and vulnerable.

Just once I’d like the news to filled with nothing but good news. Just one day nothing bad, no accidents, no deaths, no, I’d like one day of nothing but light and fluffy good feel stories, like the police puppy who failed police school, because he was too friendly, and so now, he is the meet and greet dog at the governor’s house in Queensland.

Like two people who met online at opposite ends of the world, with one in the UK and one in Australia and it ended up with them getting married. People say that long distance relationships don’t work but here we had two people who fell in love despite the distance, and despite the people around them saying it wouldn’t work.

I look forward to the day when the news will be filled with good, nice, happy stories. I wonder if there will ever be a day where that happens. Oh, well back to reality. I’ve just made a coffee and really, like I only needed a little bit of milk, but no, the carton has run dry and no matter how much I try, there just ain’t enough in there to add. Why?

 

 

 

 

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