Why did you come to this country instead of others?
Why did you decide to study this subject?
By the way, why did you decide to go to that country for your international placement?
Why don’t you try for a good work?
Why? Why? Whoy? Whyyyy???
I don’t know about other people, but when I do things I do without any clear-cut or visible reasons. I simply feel doing things that I want and there is no exact reason as to why I want some things and not others. Unfortunately, people keep asking me, why? I can’t just say ‘because I like that’. I need to find some extra invented words and explain how nicely all those things are going to benefit me and so on. People enjoy my explanation and think somewhere down inside me there is a power to reason, give explanations and argue; and often I leave their rooms feeling like a liar and a stupid moron.
To me doing things that I enjoy is like falling in love. You don’t know exactly why you love somebody or just one person when there are other 6 billion people available on this planet. It is very special decision that you take. You don’t know exact reasons, but still you feel a sudden urge within you. You are pulled without any visible, explainable reason.
There are things that can be answered easily when people ask me with a ‘why’ question. However, I don’t enjoy the things that I can explain with reasons. For instance, if somebody asks me, why do you work? I need to say ‘to eat’. This is a simple logical answer. This is the activity that I need to do though I don’t enjoy so much. Why do you write blogs instead of doing other nice stuff? Now this question is going to be Herculean one. I can’t answer, sorry. I have fallen in love with it.
No more Whys.
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