Just a question.

Why?

What a difficult question to answer. It's only one word, really. Yet it entices some of the most intricate and thoughtful responses man can make.

Sure, there are simple answers. Like "just because" or "I don't know". But that really tells you about the sentiment of the person answering, right? Clearly not the kind of person you need to give you the answer.

Why, what, though? Why anything?

See, that's the thing. Once we reach a certain age, we stop asking the difficult questions. Questions like: "Why is the sky blue?" or "Why don't animals cry?" or "Why do people have to die?"

We leave those kind of questions for other children, who will probably never get the answer, just like we didn't.

It's not that the people we ask are hiding the answer from us. It's that the kind of questions we ask have difficult ones. Some scientific or systematic explanation that is far beyond most mature adults.

And eventually, because we are human beings, we get tired of not getting the answers, so we end up not asking.

We give it up.

We let it go.

And my only question is:

Why?