Nearly everyday I come up
with new why questions; if not, I
repeat old why questions. Mixing
paints, it’s like mixing paints, too many paints—instead of a new color or an
answer, there’s just a mucky culmination of nothing useful. They’re mostly
pointless.
A why question is an expression of emotion, often discontent, put
forth as a question. Instead of I don’t
want to go we say why are we going? or
why do I have to go? They are
typically questions without answers, especially as we get older. They can be
questions of curiosity: why is the sky
blue? But more often, with age, they aren’t. Why can’t I figure this out? Why do I feel this way? Why do they ask
when they don’t care to listen? Why, why, why.
There are at least five other
question words that can be applied to these questions: who, what, when, where, why,
how. Whom can I ask for help? What can I
do to feel better/differently? How can I address these emotions? What is a
healthy response to this behavior I find to be hurtful? When is it appropriate
to say something about it?
That is my challenge for the
week, by day: to pause and reconstruct why
questions.
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