We ask all the Wrong Questions:
About Grief.
About Pain.
About Suffering.
About Success.
Why me?
Why
them?
Why not me instead?
Why not them!?
What sort of person should get cancer?
Let’s
not ask Rosanne Barr…
What sort of person should be rich?
Let’s ask
those that are.
Is it just easier to sit around all day and wonder?
The emaciated
faces, the worn out pacing, they speak like peals of thunder.
Why not me?
Why not
them?
So much time asking questions.
So
little time being the answer.
