Questions.

Why does sleeping feel so good when we’re sad? Are we running? Why is it so hard to show love, yet so easy to demonstrate rage? Why must I always stand strong when I’m actually breaking down on the inside? Are those broken fragments ever going to return to working order? Why am I still fighting for the rights that were supposed to be given to me as a citizen of this Country? Why are the majority of the people representing the people not actually speaking to the people? If there is only one God, regardless of the name, why can’t we seem to practice what we heard preached? Is it possible to love God and hate his children? If so, how does God really feel about that? Why is it easy to fall in love, hard to stay in love, and even harder to try again? What are we protecting? Why am I afraid of my own dreams? Are they not mine? If so, am I ill equipped to make them real? Why does the world seem to hate the skin that I’m in? If you hate me, why did you steal me? If you stole me because you recognized my true value, are you afraid of me actually recognizing it too? Why can’t we be friends before lovers, lovers before spouses, and understand the power of the both before creating children? Is til death do we part real, or are those just words that we say because everyone else in the same position says them too? If we decide to divorce because we are no longer in love with our partners, is what’s good for us actually good for the children involved in love’s war? Are we able to handle their truths if they are burning to the ear and stinging to the soul? Why does the world seem more concerned about looking good than actually being good? Why does it seem more fashionable for men to brag about promiscuity than it is for them to talk about the broken boys inside of them who constantly chase someone to play with? Why is homelessness still a thing? Why are we so afraid to “get into our feelings.” Why do we seemingly spend more time on elections than holding our politicians accountable for the jobs that we actually elected them to do? Why are we becoming a society that seemingly doesn’t believe in second chances? Are we seeking perfection? How can such an imperfect species seek perfection? Has anyone ever seen it? Was it real? Why must I hold my tongue when others are freely able to share theirs? Why must I travel the high road when it seems that the coolest exits, restaurants, and bars are on the low road? Why is friendship sometimes harder than romance? If everyone is playing a role, is anything that we actually do real? Why are we graduating children who can’t read? Is it better to jump and run or rise? What happened to Black Music? If Love was draped in Gucci or Prada, would we want it then? Would we sing about it? Would we dance to it? Would we allow ourselves to show it? Why did God take my Mother? If she had a choice, did she want to stay? Why does nothing that I’ve ever purchased make me feel as good as I thought it would? What is Family? Is blood stronger than water? If so, is my blood weak? Am I beautiful? If so, why can’t I always see it? If so, why don’t I always feel it? Why do I sometimes fear life more than death? Are my insecurities clouding my vision? Am I worthy of Agape Love? Am I worthy of Agape Love? Despite all of my questions, am I worthy? Patrick

As always, this week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no reason at all other than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything…

One thought on “Questions.

  1. kcatiacreoleart July 20, 2021 / 8:39 am

    The why is held within you. Release it…Break free.

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