Why Questions

Why Questions? Why is this our earth, our world? What is the meaning to all of this chaos? Why are we here? Why must you get a good education, get a job, get married, have offspring, die and repeat? Why is it that lust and curiosity is getting the better of us? Why is it that we can’t take the beauty of the moment for what it is? Why do we step over each other just to get to the grave. Why do we live, love and loose it all? And so, do we finally get it in the next life or just repeat it all? Why is it that what seems very important in life, is insignificant at the end? Why can’t I see the beauty everyday all around me? And is there meaning to life without love? Why is it that I have to find the answers on my own, to my own questions? To it all... why?