For some reason I was compelled to write a short passage. I have been overwhelmed as of late with thoughts and questions. I have become increasingly philosophical and for that, as a fourteen year old submerged in thought I have written this:
Why? It's a question we have asked since we were just small kids. Why's the sky blue? Why's the grass green? Why? Why Why? So many of us look at the little things, the menial things. We question our circumstances. Why me? Why not? I've got a question for all of you though. Why don't we dig deeper? Why don't we ask why we are who we are, and why some of us don't change. Why do we believe it's OK to kill? Why do we think war is just part of life? Why do we throw the weak and needy to the side, in turn for the strong and reliant? Why don't we extend the hand of friendship to those in need? Why don't we make a difference?
For many of us, these aren't questions we often ask ourselves. We live our lives with blinders, seeing only the good never the bad. We advert our eyes from war and genocide and build within ourselves a false notion of peace. This must end. War will end, genocide will end, murder and suffering, it will all end if we want it to, if we make a point to end it ourselves. My only fear is that too many of us have no interest in seeing it end. We simply do not care. And to that, to that, I can only ask WHY?