If we are all supposed to be inherently good, why do some of us turn out bad? What makes some people evil? Some people hate? Some of us love blindly while others of us never trust, never give an inch for fear of being robbed of a mile? Why did some of our ancestors kill and enslave and destroy while others philanthropically fought for the underdog, gave hope to those at the bottom? Why does music move some people to tears and euphoria when others, who are listening to the same thing, are not penetrated by the notes and harmony? And why, oh why, does communicating with another person have to be so hard? They are made from the same stuff you are, why should we not fit together like pieces of a puzzle?
I realize that it's hard to understand what lies beneath the skin of another individual because of the scars that are not apparent to the naked eye, but what makes some people sit in silence their whole lives untouched and unloved, while other people somehow seem to effortlessly find what they need?
Why is everything seem so much worse, so much more emotionally taxing, at night?
What is it about the companionship of animals that make humans complete? Do they need companionship too, or are we the only ones? Why aren't all animals like that?
How can I spend 55% of my day in my imagination, and other people can't? How do they escape the harsh reality?
Did the guy who invented the gun have an idea what his invention would do to the world?
Why do people continue to smoke when the evidence of it's effect on the lungs is everywhere?
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