Why Is That?

I understand that some things have a reason for being the way they are and you just need to accept it, but most of the time I wonder "why?" Why is such a great question. It forces thought. It begs an answer. It's not confrontational, although it could be. It's curious. Little kids love to ask it, all the time, again. But that's how they learn. When did we stop doing that? Some people never did, but most of us all but stopped a long time ago.

A lot of my why questions aren't meant for serious answers. I like to think of how things would be in My Universe, like why don't my house plants just tell me when they need to be watered or fed? Why don't they just talk instead of wilt? Why doesn't the hill understand that my legs are dying and flatten out for me? Why can't chocolate chip cookies be nature's "good food"?

And then it gets more serious. Why don't I do my best work all the time? Why do I get lazy and justify a mediocre effort because I'm "rushed" or just not interested in what I'm doing? Why was I so stupid when I was young? Why do I want what I can't have?

Why are there colors in light? Why are there colors in fish that are so far from light that no one can see them? Why are there colors in nebulae out in space that can only be seen in photographs? (I know the answer to these: God likes it : )

Can't stop asking why. Can't be annoyed when little kids ask all the time, again. Can't ever stop wondering.