what pains me most in life
is not knowing a reason for something
not being able to explain- in full-
why certain things deem to be a certain way.

why do hugs feel so **** good?
why does the smell of the air after a storm elate me?
why does the gentle tickling of a sun ray on my back ease my soul?

why is there no choice to be born?
why do some of us suffer from day to day whilst others merely seem to accumulate happiness?
why is my brother severely disabled?

truthfully, I have come to conclude,
that no amount of seeking will suffice
and
do we really want the burden of absolute knowledge anyway?